I was supposed to follow up my last post with a description of my next step for curbing the sugar addiction. However, I can’t pass up not telling you about my thrill-seeking experience.
Yesterday, I did something I can cross off the proverbial list, something I never thought I’d actually do. I went skydiving!
All I can say is WOW! Crazy, scary, thrilling, amazing kind of wow!
Honestly I was scared, and I even had second thoughts I as read through page after page of release and consent forms that noted in bold, capital letters: SKYDIVING CAN RESULT IN DEATH! My husband and his brother laughed, but I said, “This is serious stuff! I feel like I’m signing my life away!” It also didn’t help that they were singing “Bodies” by Drowning Pool. ‘Boys!’
I thought to myself, “And why am I doing this?” But then another part of me countered that thought with, “Face your fears! Do something crazy and fun! Expand your limits!” That crazy/fun side of me won.
We all jumped in tandem, which means each of us were attached to an experienced skydiver, who had the parachute. However, my biggest fear was not necessarily the falling, but that the parachute would fail to open! My instructor was really cool, though and calmed my fears. He helped me get in the harness properly and double checked everything, letting me know safety was paramount for him.
I wore a blue suit that reminded me of the Fantastic Four characters. After secured tightly in our gear and practicing the proper jump moves, we ambled out to the propeller plane and sat cramped, in a line, one in front of the other. I was reminded of the movie, Band of Brothers, as they sat in the plane heading off towards Normandy on D-Day. Only in this instance, we weren’t being shot at!
At 14,000 feet the plane door opened and one by one we jumped off of a perfectly good and working airplane. I was towards the end of the line and slowly scooted along the narrow bench closer and closer to the opened door, watching those before me make their jumps.
The scariest part for me was seeing my husband tumble away from the plane as my instructor and I positioned ourselves for our jump. “Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. “I’m scared!” But before I had time to analyze the situation, my instructor, to whom I was attached, was shouting, “Ready! Set!…” And out we jumped.
I screamed, but I couldn’t hear my voice because a blast of cool air hit my face and roared in my ears. I arched my back like we practiced on the solid ground and opened my eyes. We were falling through a cloud. I saw the earth below.
Surprisingly, the free fall didn’t feel like a roller coaster, where your stomach is slow to catch up with the rest of your body. No, the free fall really did feel like flying. It was loud, the air was cool, and my ears popped a little, but once you get over the fear factor, it’s actually a really amazing experience.
After a minute of falling to the earth at 120 mph, we were at the right altitude to pull the parachute lever. And it opened without a hitch - Praise God!
This was my favorite part of the whole adventure - gliding to the ground via a parachute. Suddenly the roaring wind was replaced by silence. I laughed and could hear my laughter. My instructor showed me how to steer the parachute as we glided over farm land, ponds and even a road. The view was amazing! Think of looking out the window of an airplane, only you’re not in the airplane!
All too soon it was over, and we landed perfectly on our feet. My instructor and I hugged. “Awesome job!” Then, after getting detached and out of the harness, I went in search of my husband who was beaming. He gave me a hug and kiss. “You did it!” he exclaimed.
Yes, I did do it, and even had the matted, windblown hair to prove it.