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 back roads of Hillsboro on my motorcycle, and later drinking and beating my family at bowling.
I never would have imaged the day when I could relax, drink a beer, and hang out casually with my family ... so odd... very odd.