Cold Rivers

With less than one week away from the Motor City Triathlon, my brother and I decided Saturday to test out the waters (literally) of the Detroit River in preparation for the chaos this coming weekend.

Water Temperature: 59 degrees.

Let's just say that the difference between training in a heat-controlled environment at my fancy health club versus being in the Detroit River with 20mph winds and cool temps is the difference between sitting in a seminary classroom talking about grief versus sitting across the room from a parent who has just lost a child; like watching a video on pregnancy versus actually giving birth.

I was not prepared at all for the "real conditions."

So, it got me thinking a bit about our privatized Christian bubbles and the spiritual ghetto's we sometimes create in the name of safety and fear.

The only way to be prepared for the elements of this world is to, well, be fully invested in this world.

I think I'll go make a few calls to price the cost of renting a wet-suit.