On New Years Day, for the third year in a row, I got up at an ungodly hour and drove into the city to meet up with my fellow crazy people and jump into the freezing cold Monongahela River. And as always, I am glad I did. It maye seem crazy to some (hell – it seems crazy to me – if you want to know the reason why I do it, that story is here), but it’s an awesome way to start off the new year – by doing something wild and ballsy and adventurous and invigorating and yes – crazy. I intend to keep on doing it every year. In fact, 8 year old Emily told me she needs to do it with me next year. We’ll see how she feels at disgustingly early o’clock on January 1st, 2013.
OK, that was actually a diving pose, but it looks like praying and honestly, the old fogeys among us were praying silently for the water rescue boats to show up because at dive time, this is what we saw (NO BOATS! WTF?):
It started raining and we decided that there was no reason to wait around in the rain, getting cold and wet. If we were going to get cold and wet, it was going to be on OUR TERMS, DAMMIT! So we jumped:
Thanks to @burghbaby for her photos, and to Crappy Dad (who is decidedly un-crappy) for taking photos with my camera.