What It’s Like Owning a Wetsuit
It’s kind of like having a pet with a boring personality
I have been swimming in a lake in Northern California into November, and about a week ago it became clear the water was getting rather too cold to do this in just a bathing suit, so I ordered a wetsuit. I am skipping quickly over the part of the story where, a month ago, I ordered just a wetsuit top. This is exactly what it sounds like and kind of perplexed me, but the idea is that the sensitive upper part of your body is protected from the cold, even if your legs are like WTF, so you can keep swimming longer into the month. Anyway, I am glad the wetsuit top was too big around the wrists because I ended up ordering a whole wetsuit. During the week I waited for it to arrive the water went from mid 50s to mid low 50s. So at this point, I needed the whole entire wetsuit anyway.
I spoke to a nice woman on the phone at a place that specializes in wetsuits. I begged her to just tell me what to get, I didn’t want to think about it. I said to this lady, I am not trying to spend a lot but I am not trying to save money to freeze to death, if you know what I’m saying. I said I have a very large chest and my stomach is kind of fat right now to be perfectly honest but my wrists and ankles are apparently miniscule. As we assessed the limited selection together she explained to me that…
