Skydiving!
So here's the deal. I'm going skydiving whether you like it or not. I don't care if you chain me to a chair (Andrea...) and threaten to keep me there for the rest of my life to stop me from jumping out of an airplane...I'm going to do it. And it's going to be the greatest 35-45 seconds of my life.
So what if I've always been afraid of heights? It's not like free falling from 10,000 feet above the ground would be a big deal or anything. It's not like my body would be quivering from head to toe for days leading up to my jump. It's not like I would throw up at about 5,000 feet and fall the other 4,000 with vomit at my side. OK, so maybe it IS like that...so what?
All I know is that I picture skydiving to be the biggest adrenaline rush imaginable. How can you turn down the biggest adrenaline rush imaginable? OK, so maybe you can. But I can't.
I know what you're asking yourself. Doesn't the fact that no more than 5 minutes after I put up an away message saying I was going skydiving I saw a story on the news about a skydiving accident where a woman's backup parachute not fully deploying and hitting a parking lot face first at 50 MPH scare me just a little bit? And the answer to your question is certainly, absolutely, 100%...yes. But that's not about to stop me. As long as I'm not the one who has the responsibility of pulling the ripchord (because I have a tendency to screw easy things up), I'm ready for the ride of my life. So...
Who's with me?
So what if I've always been afraid of heights? It's not like free falling from 10,000 feet above the ground would be a big deal or anything. It's not like my body would be quivering from head to toe for days leading up to my jump. It's not like I would throw up at about 5,000 feet and fall the other 4,000 with vomit at my side. OK, so maybe it IS like that...so what?
All I know is that I picture skydiving to be the biggest adrenaline rush imaginable. How can you turn down the biggest adrenaline rush imaginable? OK, so maybe you can. But I can't.
I know what you're asking yourself. Doesn't the fact that no more than 5 minutes after I put up an away message saying I was going skydiving I saw a story on the news about a skydiving accident where a woman's backup parachute not fully deploying and hitting a parking lot face first at 50 MPH scare me just a little bit? And the answer to your question is certainly, absolutely, 100%...yes. But that's not about to stop me. As long as I'm not the one who has the responsibility of pulling the ripchord (because I have a tendency to screw easy things up), I'm ready for the ride of my life. So...
Who's with me?