Deep down what really holds you back isn’t how your body will react to the coldness in the plunge. It’s the fear of shock in between state changes, right before you let go and give in.

Sometimes, we get a sip of the sweetness, a sample of what conquest could be. Often, we are nearly overthrown of ourselves. Fortresses protect — they do. But they don’t save what is destined. Sudden defeat. Often, well-planned. Often, when least expected.

Two weeks ago, I saw a dead pigeon. It could’ve just been a dead pigeon, I mean, it was indeed a pigeon, and considering its flat appearance against the tar, it was definitely dead. Poor dead pigeon, I thought, as I carelessly galloped over it to complete my third set of the 400m run.

Here, our Atlantic presents several wonderful phenomena — to reach the freeing part of its existence, we must be willing to go through its barrier of discomfort. Unpleasant low temperatures and crashing waves that almost throw us to the ground, never trust the treacherous ocean.

To me, the most inspiring place on Earth. When travelling, some people tell me that they absolutely despise “the airport part” of a trip — the waiting, the crowds, the terminals, the security check, the overpriced food, and duty-free stores… But to me, it’s the most magical place.