Celebrations and shrunken testicles.
You know in Titanic when Jack and Rose are on the deck and Rose is about to jump off the side and Jack tries to explain how cold the water actually is and he says it’s like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body? Well, yeah, from experience I can tell you it’s not that far off. It’s been about five years since I was stupid enough to jump off that wharf for the annual Herring Cove Polar Bear Dip, and I can tell you a small part of me was bummed that I wasn’t brave enough to do it again this year. I guess I’m getting soft, but to be fair, I was pretty hungover the last time I’d visited these parts. It was one of those mornings when you wake up and still have bagel in your mouth from the night before. A new years morning jump in the ocean makes a lot more sense on mornings like those.
I imagine some of these folks were in the same condition I was in five years ago but made a go of it anyway, and good on them. The crowd was three times bigger than my last time out, and all the funds raised went to Feed Nova Scotia. If you’re interested in taking the leap next year check out all the info over here.
Let’s be honest. You know you want to.
Your junk won’t be shrunk forever.
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