Today at lunch I ran into a friend who took part in the BVA's Polar Plunge as a member of the winning Embreeville Mill team (the Golden Plunger trophy resides at the Mill for the year). As a proud supporter of the Brandywine Valley Association, this was his fourth year of participating. He even showed me his photo in last week's Kennett Paper, waist-deep in the creek (yes, he went fully under).
His all-important veteran's strategy is to start ingesting warming fluids at 10 a.m., 90 minutes ahead of the plunge, and then to continue drinking for some time afterward. But y'know what? For a usually hardy outdoorsman, he didn't sound so good when I saw him: he was stuffed up and coughing and said that for some mysterious reason he'd been really, really sick the past week.
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