I swim quite often with my godbro, John, and it is usually in the morning before the sun drenches the still waters in the warmth of a new day...which basically means the water is fckin cold. So after plugging in my iphone into the portable deck and blaring 'Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll' by The Killers, both of us stand by the pools ledge with one eyebrow raised and dare each to make the first move.
John likes to dip his toes into the water, gasp then slide in while saying,'It's cold cold cold coooooold'. Sometimes i see him shiver even. I always giggle and chide at him for scaring himself with the initial toe test. Coz frankly I never liked the painful anticipation of water testing. Nothing is wrong with gradually warming up to something and knowing what you are going to be slipping into, if anything i'd say that's rational. But to me the water doesn't get any colder, we will get warm eventually and we will all get wet.
So holding my nose with a pinched smile I just jump and somehow always come out laughing.
What can i say my Slovak Sweetheart, especially this Friday night after a month of emotional swimming;