May 01, 2007 14:43
13,000 ft is how high the plane was when I jumped out of it this weekend. I was suprised at how not scared I was... I was so excited that I was actually doing something that I have wanted to do since I was a kid that I didn't think about the dangers. It's like that gut wrenching feeling when your on a rollercoaster but you don't get the relief of getting to the bottom of the hill and finally being able to breath.
I was in kind of a shock at what was going on ... I fucked up the exiting of the plane and we ended up falling upside down for about 3 seconds, but in a 60 second free fall I barely noticed. When the parachute opened at the 5000ft mark I was throughly depressed b/c the speed decreased so dramatically, but again I wasn't really scared just annoyed that it was coming to a end.
Then all of a sudden,as if I had never opened my eyes before, I looked around. The only word that I could think of, but doesn't seem to fully describe what I saw, is Beautiful! I could see from a perspective that I have never had the privilege of viewing before, and ... to be perfectly honest I am just not able to put into words what I felt.
I don't know if it was the SURGE of adrenaline that fatigued my body so much or if it was the Jack Daniels that I had been drinking the night before but I was very tired... and hungry.
After filling back up with some mexican food I was read for the other half of my day which involved me driving down the backroads of Hillsboro on my motorcycle, and later drinking and beating my family at bowling.
I never would have imaged a where I could relax, drink a beer, and hand out casually with my family ... so odd... very odd.