With the season drawing to a close........

I'm old school. I start up the beach as far as i can get. I start running to the water screaming at the top of my lungs while simultaneously flailing my arms wildly over my head. As soon as my feet touch the water I start jerking them up with my knees high as if I am walking on hot coals. I continue in this motion until I lose my balance and fall over face first - usually in 1 foot of water. I stand up, wiped the wet sand on my face, then turn around and run up the beach, once again screaming at the top of my lungs. I repeat this "routine" until I have completely adjusted to the water temperature, or too exhausted to swim. I drink a very large cup of coffee in the car on the way to the lake. By the time I get there I'm usually so desperate to pee (the toilets close on labour day) that I have to run from the car, stripping my clothes off as I go, barely making it into the water in time.

I'm old school. I start up the beach as far as i can get. I start running to the water screaming at the top of my lungs while simultaneously flailing my arms wildly over my head. As soon as my feet touch the water I start jerking them up with my knees high as if I am walking on hot coals. I continue in this motion until I lose my balance and fall over face first - usually in 1 foot of water. I stand up, wiped the wet sand on my face, then turn around and run up the beach, once again screaming at the top of my lungs. I repeat this "routine" until I have completely adjusted to the water temperature, or too exhausted to swim. I drink a very large cup of coffee in the car on the way to the lake. By the time I get there I'm usually so desperate to pee (the toilets close on labour day) that I have to run from the car, stripping my clothes off as I go, barely making it into the water in time.