We went to the beach today for lunch. I was down by the water skipping stones when coworker Galecki came on the beach and threw the frisbee towards me. The wind brought it way up… over my head… and down into the water about 30 feet offshore.
We all looked sadly at the frisbee, floating in the water, us with our dress clothes on.
We watched it for a bit as the wind pushed it out another 40 feet or so. Then I decided to go get it.
I ordered co-worker pam to go get her blanket from the car. Off came the shirt + tie. The shoes the socks. The pants came off too. Then I charged into the water.
keep in mind, it’s october 26th.
the water got deep fast. About 10 feet off shore I could no longer touch the bottom. About 15 feet off shore I was hit with the ridiculous cold of the water. My chest contracted and I could no longer breath easily, a rush of nausea struck. I immediately gave up, turned around, and swam as fast as I could out of the water. No frisbee in hand. Just a cold drenched mike d in his soaked boxer shorts.
I quickly grabbed the blanket and shivered for a few minutes. Drying myself in the lukewarm sun.
Sometimes I’m stupid. I admit it. This was one of those times.
mike d vs. atlantic ocean.
mike d: zero