Okay, so I'm going to be honest. I'm a wimp. I hate being cold. I loathe being damp. I get grumpy when my hair is frizzy and will go to extreme lengths to avoid being outside if I think it's going to rain.
So, as you can imagine, I wasn't exactly looking forward to getting into the North Sea. In December. In Scotland.
Many loony dook revellers wear colourful fancy dress, and many wear next to nothing. I opted for a baggy t-shirt, shorts, bikini and wellies (although my feet got soaked anyway).
As expected, the water was freezing and the rocks under foot were incredibly slippy.
Once you're in, though, you do feel a sense of achievement. Yes, it's freezing and yes it's crazy, but there's something so funny and refreshing about the situation that you can't help but laugh at yourself.
A sell-out event of 1100 people will do this together on New Year's Day, in all their eccentric finery. And that spectacle and the atmosphere must be like nothing else.
It's a recipe that's worked for 25 years already, raising tens of thousands of pounds for charities across the UK.
As sceptical as I had been, doing something that scares you a little bit, that brings you together with your friends and makes you part of a community, all set against the stunning backdrop of the Forth Rail and Road Bridges, I am beginning to understand why so many descend on South Queensferry on January 1.
Bizarre, cold, damp and hilarious: in its own way, the loony dook is the perfect Scottish start to 2014.