Yeah, right?! It is hard to explain how difficult it is to talk yourself into doing something so counter-intuitive. It went something like this... Me: Hey, want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane?! Self: What, are you nuts-o? That's maddness.
But I did it (mainly because I was strapped to Mr. Four Time World Championship and he kept walking as I was voicing my reservations - apparently 'no' sounds a lot like 'go'). And for the first 6 seconds you feel like you are falling and I think my eyes were closed during that part, because all I remember is screaming.
But after that first backflip (I am not making that up, picture below) you lay on your belly in a free fall, try not to suck in too much air and think of that Tom Petty song.
And you know what? It's a pretty damn good time.
"And once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you long to return."
-Leonardo DaVinci
2 comments:
Holy mackerel. I'm impressed. But I swear if you and Sara gang up on me know to get me to jump out of a plane, you're sadly mistaken. I like two feet firmly on the ground, thank you very much.
I'm having enough problems going downhill on my new rollerblades.
Does your husband know you did this? I'm sure he was very worried for your safety. He seems like a caring chap.
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