Dry Robe season is here!
Waking up the air in my house felt crisper than it has all fall. I was so close to turning off my alarm, grabbing my 9lb dog, and throwing the covers back over both of us- but I didn't. I got up in the dark, put on my suit, and turned on the electric kettle. I couldn't find my favorite fuzzy pants. Bummer. Thanks to COVID I now have quite the selection of pajama pants, so finding a pair wasn't that hard. While putting on a fleece shirt I paused. Is today the day? Is it Dry Robe day? Yes. Yes, it is.
Stepping outside I could see my breath hanging in the air. In the car, the thermometer read 45*F. Substantially cooler than Wednesday's 57. The NOAA forecast shows the water just below 58 at 7 am. (https://tidesandcurrents.noaa.gov/ofs/ofs_station.shtml?stname=Vancouver&ofs=cre&stnid=9440083&subdomain=up)
Now, two hours after getting out I still have that inner glow and settled mind that only cold water swimming provides. Earlier this week I read an article from Outdoor Swimmer magazine about the mental health benefits of cold water. Every year some version of this article floats around the internet and each year I read them, its affirming and empowering to know that people all over the world share similar experiences with cold water swimming and their communities. (https://outdoorswimmer.com/blogs/swim-positive)
Today, a newer addition to our cold water pod swam without her wetsuit for 25 minutes below 58*. I am thankful to be part of her journey. Coldwater smiles are always great to see on folks but are especially meaningful when you get to see them on someone for the first time. So much love for this sport and our Portland community.
Okay, peace out. Gotta do the school thing.