I had made up my mind. I was going to sit back and watch. Maybe take a few photos of the crazy people, but stay in my warm Canada Goose jacket snug and surrounded by feathers. I had decided to officially ignore the Facebook comment by my friend Warren who when he saw I was at Deception Island said “ I hope you are planning to swim. We’ll need pictures to brighten our day.”
Damn you Warren. I will say that the internet connection was down and that I never saw that . Poof – it’s out of my mind.
But then I made the mistake of eating lunch with her and that’s when she said it…
She innocently polled the table of people to see who was planning on doing the polar plunge later that afternoon. I felt a little anxiety drift into my body, and as I swallowed hard before I replied, “No, I don’t think I’m going to do it.”
“Reeeaaally?!” she replied in an astonished voice. “I thought of all the people on the boat that you would do have to do it for your writing!” she quipped.
I smiled. I sat silent – but my brain was going in overdrive. Dammit. This morning I had forgotten that I was a writer – here to cover things. I had started to believe that I was just like everyone else on the cruise – on a carefree vacation. But she tapped directly into my weak spot – work, obligation, and responsibility. I actually should do it I thought to myself. Stupid ‘should’.
You can take the polar plunge in Antarctica at Deception Island - would you do this?