F**k. F**k that’s cold. Bloody hell. Christ it’s freezing.
Just a few of the phrases yelped by myself and fellow swimmers as we leapt into Brockwell Lido on Saturday afternoon. It was really bloody cold. And it was raining. And I’d definitely do it again, because it turns out there’s nothing like the rush of immersing yourself in cold water.
Huddled by the side of the pool wearing all the layers I was getting nervous about what I’d signed up for. I’m used to pushing myself out of my comfort zone, but maybe a dip in a freezing pool in the middle of December was a challenge too far. What if I wussed out and couldn’t do it? What if I froze (metaphorically) and just couldn’t face the jump? What if this was all a really bad idea? I tried to remember why I’d signed up, as I mentioned in my last post you do some funny things when you’re a couple of thousand words into an essay and have been indoors for much to long, but there was more to the decision than that. I was doing this to support Crisis. If I was cold from the half hour I’d been outside, knowing that at the end of the day I’d be going home to my safe, warm flat, then how must someone who’s homeless feel in the middle of winter as the temperatures drop? I wasn’t pushing my boundaries for myself, I was doing it so at least four other people could spend Christmas somewhere safe and warm where they can access support and advice to begin the journey out of homelessness. I don’t know these people, but I had them in my mind as I plunged myself it to the icy pool.
Ok, plunged is probably a bit much. It wasn’t that elegant. Think of it more as tentatively throwing myself in alongside a reindeer and an elf I’d made friends with in the changing room (I love the camaraderie that doing dumb sh*t creates!). My skin stung as I hit the water and a gasped for air as the people around me swore and cursed. Pushing off into breast stroke other people waded across the pool, staggering through the water to where friends and family were waiting with towels and hot drinks. I kept pushing, but it’s shocking how poor your form becomes where your freezing your tits off. The side of the pool was in sight and Mike was primed with a towel and my big down coat, ready to start operation warm up. I kept paddling, each stroke more and more effort, hauling myself to the wall as my shocked body felt around for the steps out. Shuddering, shaking and beaming I’d done it. I’d broken through my comfort zone and it felt AMAZING.
As soon as I got out of the pool we started working on getting me warmed up. Following Adam’s advice I dried my feet and clumsily attempted to put on my warmest socks. It was insane how quickly my feet froze up once I left the pool. I’ve never felt anything like it, my toes burnt with numbness and it was really difficult to get them into my socks. Next up Mike threw me a hat to pop over my swimming cap (which didn’t come off until I was in the bath about half an hour later!). I layered up gradually, hoodie, leggings and coat got thrown on over my cossie as I sipped herbal tea from a flask (points to Mike for thinking to bring that along!). Other swimmers darted in and out of the sauna, but it was packed out and I was too chilly to wait.
As I thawed out I realised that I felt amazing. After a week of not really being all there following a concussion I suddenly felt brilliant. My mind and body felt alive. I’d always wondered why people did this - the obvious reaction when someone tells you they like to dunk themselves in cold water is to call them a nutter - but now I understood, there’s a crazy rush that comes with both putting yourself out there and braving the elements. You feel invincible. It gets your blood pumping and your energy surges. You become capable of anything. I don’t think I’ll be becoming a a regular cold water swimmer, but I will definitely take the plunge again. Everyone should, it’s amazing!
There’s still time to sign up for upcoming Icebreaker events, or to DIY your own, you can find out more information here. Try it, you might like it (and either way you get a swimming badge, which is epic!).
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