While preparing a session for English conversation and culture club at a local university, I learned about an extreme sport known as “extreme ironing.” To become an athlete (?) of this sport you simply take your iron and ironing board and go somewhere unusual and iron. I even found a video of someone ironing underwater. (Does that count as ironing?)
Eric liked the idea of trying extreme ironing. Last week we had some extreme cold. It was -42 degrees Celsius. I’m not sure about what that is in Fahrenheit, but at -40 both scales are the same. When it is that cold, everyone coughs on their first breath of air after they walk outside. Your nose runs, but you can’t feel it. When you sniffle, everything freezes. The fur on your hood gets frosted from your breath, but your eyelashes probably won’t freeze shut unless you stand still and exhale with your eyes closed.
Just after sunrise–about 9:30–Eric stepped out on to our balcony. He wore a T-shirt, pants and rubber sandals on bare feet. While Darin filmed, Eric became the first extreme ironer to brave -40 degrees. Here is the result:
(OOPS–not possible to insert video without technical help which is currently unavailable. Please check back b/c the video will be posted as soon as….well, hopefully by the beginning of next week!)