Jan 21 2009
In which I see people crazier than I am…
This morning, as I was out for my 8-mile run (27 degrees; 1:13:24), I saw something that I’ve never seen during a Chicago winter. Around North Avenue, at the place where, in the summer, older men gather to play chess, I saw two guys walking towards me. They were wearing wetsuits and full scuba gear, and were dripping with water. They were a bit red in the face, which isn’t surprising, because, unless they had been diving in a snowbank, they had just emerged from Lake Michigan.
At this point, I would like aver that at no point during the future years of triathlon training will I go swimming in Lake Michigan when the air temperature is below 32 degrees.
