VPR Gisela Veve joined the Red Hot Chilly Dippers in March 2021. Truthfully, I answer, “Numb!” I’ve only gone up to my waist in order to protect my recording equipment, but cannot feel a thing in the lower half of my body. Through chattering teeth, Gisela asks me how I’m feeling. Gisela and I follow shortly after, once Gisela does her own head-under dunk. Kika is out of the water, and so is Gigi. Chilly Dippers describe it as a “reset.”Ī reset, and a final loss of any lingering body heat.
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And again, plus another two times - five times total, one for each decade of her 51 years.Īccording to emerging science, putting your face in cold water can provide stress relief. Kika plunges her entire head underwater as everyone shouts encouragement. In the center is Kika, whom the group serenades with a rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday.” Then the countdown begins. More from VPR: Winter Swimmers Brave The Ice In Lake MemphremagogĪ circle forms, most people sinking down so the water is up to their shoulders. From a small group out in front of us comes the assurance, “Gigi this is nice, I swear!” Then they cackle. Gisela demonstrates, pushing air out of her mouth in sharp bursts. She verbalizes my thoughts exactly as a dozen or so of us begin walking into the purplish-grey water: “Oh my god, it’s happening.” In front of me, Gisela’s daughter Gigi gets hot water poured in her shoes by Kika, who brought along a thermos for this purpose. The evening sky above us is cloudy and a pinkish-orange reflection of the city lights. And what better way to celebrate than to shed our layers and walk into the 42-degree waters of Lake Champlain?
Barbara Costa is a reader from Cedar City, Utah.A post shared by kath montstream: chilly dippa this December night, they get together because Gisela is throwing a birthday bash for her friend Kika. Each month we solicit short personal essays on a selected topic and post some of our favorites in print and online. The AARP Bulletin's "What I Really Know" column comes from our readers. The white suit with the inflatable wings would be perfect. I wonder if there are any swimming pools in heaven. So I splash on my Esther Williams smile, execute my best swan dive and try to imagine Ricardo Montalban waiting for me as I surface. It’s the season of bathing suits I’d better enjoy. Well, what the heck, I think-we’re all on the Titanic of sorts. His swimsuit has inflated so much he looks like a mini-Michelin Man. “Looking good there, kid,” cries Earl, king of the combover and gold chain group. It’s like watching a school of whales practicing a new trick for Sea World. Then I notice underwater my friends’ killer thighs. Later at the pool, my friends cry, “Come on in. As a matter of fact, in a pair of Spanx, I could imagine myself looking no more than 72.
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And what is all that hanging stuff-it looks like the grand drapes of the old Bijou movie theater. They must have traveled first class, because they seemed to have arrived overnight. Then I catch a glimpse of my legs-oh my! Those lumps and bumps are cellulite, I suppose. I start at the top: It doesn’t look bad things haven’t gone south yet.
I find what my grandmother would have called “sensible,” try it on and assess myself. At 74, I am looking for something a bit more modest, something like what they had at the turn of the 20th century (complete with cap to stop my bleached blonde head from turning into a frizzed-out pot scrubber). Now when I browse in stores, it’s hard to tell if that 60-dollar thing or thong hanging there is a bikini or an oversized piece of dental floss. Though my little two-piece suits felt daring at the time, they were quite modest by today’s standards.
About 50 years ago, I was living on a small island called Jersey and had a different bikini for each day of the week.
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