So by far my favorite New Year’s Day tradition is the annual Polar Bear Plunge here in the (sometimes very cold) Northeast. This year’s Plunge rocked. It was relatively warm (temperatures in the 30s, I think, as opposed to last year’s 10°F) and I got my belovéd roommate C-t-P to document the experience on film:

C-t-P’s intrepid nephew and me properly dressed for the occasion:

Going forth with faith:

Enjoying a nice cool swim:

Mission accomplished:

So fun. SOOOOO fun. Pretty much the raddest thing that will happen to me this month, mebets. I honestly wanted to do it again right after I got out and I’m not sure why I didn’t. What is it about freezing cold water that I love so much?