"This is stupid," I thought. I was standing in my cabin wearing a bathing suit and a thick terry cloth robe with Ocean Nova embroidered on it. Ocean Nova was the cruise ship that had taken me to Port Lockroy (64o50'S 63o30'W) in the Antarctic Peninsula. What I thought was stupid was taking the polar plunge into the icy waters just for the right to brag about it later in life.I walked down to the deck where we usually exit the ship to board the Zodiac boats that had been taking us to the shore for excursions. I found more than a few of my fellow passengers were willing to take the plunge. Plus the staff were prepared to give each plunger a shot of brandy afterwards. "Okay, I'm doing this," I said to myself.
I was the fifth in line. The process consisted of putting on a life
vest and tying a pull line to it. The first plunger suited up and then jumped. A cheer went up from the onlookers. Now standing sans bathrobe in approximated 35o F temperature I start to feel the cold. Plunger No. 2 goes next. A splash followed by a cheer. Same for plunger No. 3. Then while plunger No. 4 was suiting up there was an unexpected "kersplash." The ship's head chef, a real daredevil, had just jumped off the top deck of the ship without life jacket or safety line. "What a jerk," I thought later. "Just think if the guy got injured -- no food for the passengers."They fished out the chef and it was back to the process. There goes No. 4 and someone points out that the plungers are not looking at the cameraman taking pictures from the Zodiac at water level. "I will not going to disappoint the cameraman," I resolved.
Now it's my turn. The fricking life vest is freezing and my teeth are chattering big-time. I can't wait to get this over with. I look directly at the cameraman and make a silly face. At least that's what I tell people when they see the pictures. I leap."Jesus H. Christ it's cold," I tell myself as I sink below the surface. I feel them pulling me right out of the frigid water. I get some water in my mouth and it's salty alright. I'm so eager to get out that I slam my left heel into the gang plank with a force that leaves it hurting for weeks afterwards.
Okay, I survived. I throw down the brandy and it warms me ever so slightly. I'm shivering full throttle now despite the fact that I have the Ocean Nova robe back on. I hurry back to my room feeling warmer the drier I get. I dry off completely, put on clothes, and lie in my bunk knowing that I did it. The battle's over, the war is won.
Facts:
1) 10 minutes in frigid waters is considered life-threatening.
2) Lynne Cox, world champion open-water swimmer, swam 1.2 mi. off the Antarctic Penisula for 25 minutes.

