Okay, sometimes I do bitch about my job, but being a small town Alaska journalist has it perks. Such as when I get to sightsee in a flight plane or take boat rides to see sea lions or snag free kayaking lessons.
Today was one of those “perk” days when I got to shoot and interview some of the crazy jumpers who hurl themselves into Ressurrection Bay as part of the Polar Bear Jump-Off Festival.
The event raises money for the American Cancer Society, and the jumpers wear wacky and wild costumes. My pics aren’t the best because since I was shooting for work, I couldn’t use the shots I took on my work camera and had to settle, sigh, sigh, for my pocket-sized digital. Still, I think you’ll get the picture (pun intended, hee, hee).
The water temp was about 35 degrees. The air temp about 32. There was a thin sheet of ice over the water when the jumpers started (brrrrr!).
|Looks like they’re wearing jammies but so what, they’re braver than I am.|
|Hula dancers take the leap.|
|This dude makes a fine lookin’ lady. This is as he stands in line waiting to jump.
|Same dude after the jump. Gotta love waterproof makeup.|
|These two were dressed as bride and groom and were still on their honeymoon–they got married last month.|
|Can you believe it? Bikinis in January! Love the white socks.|
|A little afterjump eye candy: Yum, yum.|
As far as my “other” life, I ran 5.5 tempo miles yesterday and two very slow trail miles with the dog. Loved the tempo run, it hurt in the most delicious of ways.
Here’s the shot I took of the city from the cliff by the trails I ran.
And the Demon Dog is back! Love how Beebs’ eyes glow red and fierce in my headlamp.
Gotta go take a nap and then cover the Oyster Eating Contest and Lip Snyc Contest tonight.
Here’s a fact many of you probably don’t know: Two years ago I placed second in the women’s division Polar Bear Jump-Off Oyster Eating Contest. I had never eaten an oyster before in my life. We had to hold our hands behind our backs and slurp with our mouths. It was great fun. I threw up later that night, sigh, sigh.
Writing: Up until 6 a.m. last night (this morning?) writing; I was on a glorious roll
Reading: Stories and essays in “The Missouri Review”
Running: Two slow miles, 5.5 miles tempo, warm-up, 8:34 mile, 8 mile, 7:34 mile, warm-down