Last week, I ran off a mountain top and into the air with a 90-pound German woman strapped to my back. Dangling over the mountains with nothing but some thin cords and a big napkin keeping us afloat, I thought about how good it feels to do the thing that terrifies you.
I remember talking to my friend and neighbor Jess during the pandemic. We were pacing up and down the small deck of our apartment courtyard, wearing masks and trying to keep six feet of distance while also taking advantage of socialization as two single women living alone, desperate for human connection. We did what single women in their thirties did during the pandemic, we dreamt up new lives using the guidance of self-help experts like Elizabeth Gilbert. Jess said to me, “Living an authentic life seems chaotic. Elizabeth Gilbert has quit careers, moved around the world, married and remarried, and shaved her head. I want stability in my life”.
We both agreed life upheaval is taxing, but you don’t have to “Elizabeth Gilbert” your life to feel alive. Yes, I did recently move to Italy and quit my job, but I didn’t start that way. I went to a dance fitness class with a 5-minute twerking song. I joined a competitive axe-throwing league when I’ve never thrown axes before. I parasailed in Germany for fifteen minutes. Small things can jolt the energetic life force back into you. It’s also muscle training for when the time comes to face bigger fears. My piece today is about doing something that scared me - cold swimming.
The day of my first cold swim I felt sick. I was scared and I didn’t want to do it alone. I invited my friends, but they wanted to stay huddled in their winter coats, protected by their comfort.
One brave friend showed up. We peeled off our sweatshirts, our sweatpants, and our woolen socks as the sun went down that windy evening. The cold air beat across our chests as we stood at the shore and gazed out into the deep grey of the wild waves. At the count of three, we squealed and pranced into the ocean together. The sea was tumultuous and rough, threatening to throw us into the rocks or pull us away into the depths of the ocean. With each step we waded in the frigid water enveloped us, shortening our breath and attacking our bodies.
We were slapped by the waves, sputtering salt water out of our mouths, shrieking in delight and aliveness. Soon we became in symbiosis - the air, the water, our bodies - and the sky turned a glorious color pastel pink, then lavender purple, and then a juicy summer peach in the middle of winter.
People who stood along the cliffs shouted that we were mad, but I saw the glimmer in their eyes. They wanted to be like us - savage, wild, nuts.
As the sun went down, our breathless bodies wobbled to the shore. We felt the afterburn. The tingling, the natural high, the sense of immortality that pumped through our veins. It lasted on our walk home, all the way to the hot shower that greeted us upon arrival.
What surprised me was that I dreaded each session and I longed for the next one. I loved it and I loathed it.
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Brenna, I love the subject of this essay…and I *especially* love how clear and luminous your writing is! Brava—this one really stuck with me.
Love this! I jump in a cold shower every morning after working out (granted, not as starkly cold as the ocean) and it makes me feel so alive (and young 😬). I love hate it every time, like you said.
Also, I voted for travel content but somewhat reluctantly 😂… specifically, I’d love to learn more about traveling to places and in ways that don’t diminish quality of life for the inhabitants and culture. I don’t see people talking about this much, yet, and it feels very needed.