I know it’s a fear of mine, I don’t want it to control me, so I condition myself to face it. I take cold showers. I go for runs when it’s raining or snowing. And last winter, in the middle of January, I headed to Long Island, New York, slipped on a 4mm wet suit, and surfed the Atlantic Ocean. None of it was fun, but all of it was empowering. I still hate the cold, but I refuse to let it dictate what I can and can’t do.
