530am and here I go again.
Descending into 48 degrees.
My body shakes. It’s cold.
Every morning the ritual goes.
2 minutes submerged.
I emerge awake. Ready. Alert.
The practice is that.
Not everyday is met with excitement.
Some days I try to escape.
As I wait and comtemplate.
Something inside says Go!
Go! Go! This small thing is BIG.

MF