Oh my gosh, I am back and it was worse than I possibly dreamed! LOL!
Seriously, when I imagined what it would be like, I remembered what it looked like when I watched it from the sidelines a couple of years ago. I imagined everyone on the beach and at the stroke of 12 a loud uproar from the crowd as everyone runs in (and I run right back out

). SOOOOOOO not what it was like this year!!!!!!!!
First of all we park about a mile away and walk to the beach, the wind is so strong, my face and fingers are numb by the time we get to the beach. Huges waves with big white caps rolling in. As we got closer to the beach, my DH points out the icebergs in the water

.....
WTH!!!!
Gets worse...
At the edge of the water, there is a 3 foot tall snow/ice bank about 5 feet wide. OKAYYYYYY, how the heck am I supposed to get over that? DS and I go exploring to see if there is a spot cleared out to run in... nope, nada. On top of that I look over the edge, all I see is tons of ice chunks moving about.

A guy described it as swimming in a Marguaritta.

the ice chunks go on for about 20 feet out. As I look over the edge I also notice that the snowbank is carved out underneath on the lake side because of the waves. I have NOOOO idea how in the world I am going to get back out. I was pretty scared by this point, but I had told so many people I was doing this that I couldn't back out, and I didn't want to, another mountain for me to conquer along my weight loss journey. Had to find a way. DH tells me he'll help pull me out. I just was so scared of getting "stuck" out there. We go back and DH sets up the tent where we will change, I slowly start taking my layers off. Down to my swimsuit, shorts, sweats, and water shoes, and I am wrapped in a nice fluffy blanket. I decide to keep my sweats on as I go in, because I was so worried that the ice would scrape my legs as I get pulled out. (I had extra clothes with me). We hear a roar from the crowd but it doesn't look like anyone is moving?
We get closer to see that people are going in one by one through paths they found to try and get in, I decide this is it. Still no clue of how to get in, we just walk toward the middle of the beach and ask some people coming out where they went in. They said there was a ladder by the police rescue divers who were in the water. Ok, perfect, I'll go there because if nothing else, I know the divers are there to give me CPR.
There was a small area worn down, and I ask for help from nearby people to help hold my hand as I slide in to the water. It was about to my knees, maybe more. VERY COLD! But by now I almost don't feel it because it is such a shock and I had worried myself into such a scared state. I wade forward through the ice chunks and at one point stumbled. I looked at hubby like I can't believe I am in here!!!! I was able to get wet to my shoulders but I could not dunk my head, I would say only 10% of the people dunked their head. the idea of putting my head under all that ice was just too much to bear. On the way out.... I lost a shoe!!!!! I felt around for it a bit, but could not find it. GREAT!

Now I get to the edge, and I probably sounded dazed as I repeated over and over again, "I lost a shoe"

Poor DH didn't know what to do to help me. He and another man gave me their hands and hoisted me up. I am stepping on his boot as I walk, and then past the ice chunks I am walking on the cold beach, and my toes are on
FIRE. We make it back to the tent to change and my feet were so cold that I couldn't make my hands and feet work together so DH actually had to put my shoes on.
when we were all done, I remarked on how I was so focussed on the actual process of getting in and out of the water that I didn't even look around me, or down the stretch of beach to see others in the water. As psychotic as it was to do this voluntarily, I wish that I could have enjoyed it more. Taken more time to smell the roses
as it were...
BUT, I am sooo proud of myself for going through with it. I learned alot about myself, it took courage, determination and grit, (ALOT OF COURAGE to get over the snowbank and literally PLUNGE into the water instead of run into it) and
I DID IT!!!! DS had a good time too. I am very proud of him too.
I do plan on going back again, and dipping my head in. First I have to warm up!

I am sitting here with toe warmers in my socks, and I still feel chilled 5 hours later. But I felt exhilarated and very proud!