Today was the day. Boat was already to go, sun was shining, temperature was a balmy 48 degrees and the wind was calm. Everything that makes for a beautiful day in March.
So this afternoon I headed to the lake with Bugsy, Adam and Holly in tow, ready to hit the water. I was pleasantly surprised that there was a dock already in the water, it makes it much easier to launch the boat when the water is cold.
And cold it was, a brisk 37 degrees. I suited up in my wetsuit, heater shirt, sweat pant and shirt and a dry suit on top of all of that. Since I was the fool that managed to convince Bugsy and Adam to go skiing in March, I decided to set the example and went first.
Now one would think that getting into the water when it is that cold would be difficult. It’s actually not to bad. You just ease yourself in, making sure to keep your head dry. You sit and float with head, feet and hands sticking up above the water, trying to keep them warm. Finally, the rope comes tight, I yell “Giddy up” and the boat takes off. This is where it really starts to get cold. The ice cold spray has now completely coated my face and I plant my feet and stand up. Now, the spray is out of my face, but my wet face is in the air in the 42 MPH wind. That is the coldest part. Wind-chill. It sucks. Then when you’re done and back in the water, your hands and feet start to go numb as you make your way back to the boat. Although there is something to look forward to in the boat. A cooler full of hot water to stick your hands feet in.
Needless to say, I got up, first attempt, and had a decent first run of the year. Had a decent one-foot, albeit a brief one, during the run. Well worth the effort.
And in case you didn’t realize, 37 degree water is cold. And I managed to beat last year when I waited until April 2nd to hit the water.