Isn’t it reassuring that most things start with your toes? I mean, when you go anywhere, usually that big toe friend of yours leads the way. And the area represented by the surface of your feet sure isn’t a lot when you think about it in relation to the rest of your body… and yet it holds up the sum of your existence! I think that feet are amazing.
However, when your journey is into 42 degree water, your feet might not feel the same about you.
See at first they are in denial. And they really do tell you that they are okay. The first day I went into the water, the air temperature was approximately 22 degrees and so – at first – the water was warm. That is excruciatingly frightening to think about for long periods of time, so let’s just leave that thought alone for now.
So while my toes were in denial I moved rather quickly in, to the point where my ankles were submerged. Your ankles are one of the most sensitive spots on your body as far as temperature and water goes. There must be big veins or something in there, because once I hit my ankles, my feet started aching and screaming at me.
I guess because I just thought it would be better if I moved a bit faster, I urged my legs in more quickly. Goosebumps the size of small goose eggs were present. This is the first time that I actually voiced that it was cold. It was very cold. My feet started to hate me, and there isn’t anything like the ache that they produced.
As I moved more into the water, the pain spread throughout my legs. It was a sharp stinging and then just a tightening ache. The discomfort of my body was begging with me to get out; my blood was concerned for its well-being and my nerves and skin were terrified of dying. The pain was powerful, and then it faded to a grim grip of warmth. Numb.
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