On Saturday, I was able to take part in one of these moments, both literally and figuratively. That was the day that I decided that running into Lake Springfield, a balmy 34 degree Lake Springfield at that, would be a good idea.
|Grace hangs out with her dad before this year's Polar Plunge.|
Jen, Adrian and their 10-year-old son Gavin have been taking the plunge for the last half dozen years in honor of their daughter Ainsley, who has Down Syndrome and is the namesake of the Bakers’ team for the plunge, “Ainsley’s Army.”
|Team Ainsley's Army (Jen Baker, Gavin Baker, Kyle and Stephanie Schofield)|
I hadn’t really forgotten about my promise, but it wasn’t at the forefront of my mind when Jen brought it up to Mary earlier this year. We’ve had a lot going on lately and have asked a lot of the community in regard to fundraising, but still, I felt the pull to keep my promise and take the plunge.
Oddly enough, the older I get, the fewer hesitations I have to step outside my comfort zone and try things that could be epic, whether in regard to failure or success. Want to go to Colorado to see a concert? Sure. Want to do the Big Dawg Dare 5K obstacle run? Why not? Want to go traipsing into the cold and murky waters of Lake Springfield? Sign me up.
|Heading into the chilly water!|
“Did you bring shorts to plunge in?” Jen asked. Of course not. I had asked zero questions going in, so I had no idea what attire would be sensible, except that wetsuits were not allowed (probably a good thing because I imagine I would look like a stranded sea lion in a wet suit).
I also realized that I didn’t bring a towel, which one would think would be pretty high on the priority list. Fortunately, Jen brought extra and I didn’t have to air dry after the plunge.
|Freezin' for a reason!|
After getting registered and hanging around for a while, our group, including Jen’s friend Stephanie Schofield, made its way down to the water’s edge. It was a little interesting trying to get Grace down in her stroller, but Mary is pretty much Wonder Woman and managed to get a good spot along the fence where she could both hold Grace and take photos. I’m not sure I could have done one of those things successfully, let alone all three, but that’s why she’s Wonder Woman and I’m not.
With the time of reckoning upon us, I turned to Gavin and asked if this was a bad idea.
|Okay, maybe not as bad as I thought.|
Sure it’s fun to watch people in funny costumes run screaming into the frozen Central Illinois waters, but each and every one of those people, all 253 of them, made some kind of donation that will help the Special Olympics. They are making a difference in the lives of some very special children who have overcome a lot bigger obstacles in their lives than a little cold water.
|Going under water!|
That resulted in one of the two times that the plunge actually hurt as for some reason it felt like my eyebrow had frozen to my skull. Mary has a nice picture of me trying to bring the little fella back to life.
The other time was in the changing tent, where the floor was half ice and half mud. Pretty sure one of my toes fell off, but I’ll just look for it next year.
That’s right, next year. Like the Big Dawg Dare and some of the other stunts I’ve done, this won’t be the last time I do the Polar Plunge.
|This is the ice they cut out of the lake before this year's Plunge.|
|Kyle is all smiles after taking the Plunge!|