I did WHAT!
Yesterday cuddlycthulhu hits me up on chat and asks me if am available to go to IFly with him last night. Lucky for me the time for the jump was late enough that CJL could totally man the fort with out me. I have to say it was Splendiferous (tm). And the best early Christmas present EVER!
I'm not one to be scared of heights, so I wasn't worried about that but once I was donned my brightly coloured flying squirrel suit I got a decent adrenaline dump. The "jump" was not what I was expecting. It was freaking loud, even with the ear plugs and my face did do the "bull dog out a window at 75 mph" thing, but while I was in the tunnel I was calm, relaxed. The excitement and squealing for joy didn't come until I "walked" out of the tunnel. Except for when the instructor and I spun up near the ceiling - I think I was about 15 to 17 feet up. Then I couldn't help but yell.
So thank you again Ren for an amazing "first date" and for jumping me and for joining the 15 foot high club with me and for letting me blow you. (think covers all the bad joke innuendos)
Oh and in other surprising news, I accidentally made my 12 by 12 goal. Granted the jeans I have are tight and I have a bit of a "muffin top", but noting too scandalous. Not bad for not trying, but that does mean that I could wake up next week and have them not fit again.
Eh, not to worried about any of it though. It's more getting to where I feel better, not what size I am in. And that work is ALL on MY perception, not work at the gym.
Now to get rid of this heinous headache and hopefully make it to climbing tonight.
I'm not one to be scared of heights, so I wasn't worried about that but once I was donned my brightly coloured flying squirrel suit I got a decent adrenaline dump. The "jump" was not what I was expecting. It was freaking loud, even with the ear plugs and my face did do the "bull dog out a window at 75 mph" thing, but while I was in the tunnel I was calm, relaxed. The excitement and squealing for joy didn't come until I "walked" out of the tunnel. Except for when the instructor and I spun up near the ceiling - I think I was about 15 to 17 feet up. Then I couldn't help but yell.
So thank you again Ren for an amazing "first date" and for jumping me and for joining the 15 foot high club with me and for letting me blow you. (think covers all the bad joke innuendos)
Oh and in other surprising news, I accidentally made my 12 by 12 goal. Granted the jeans I have are tight and I have a bit of a "muffin top", but noting too scandalous. Not bad for not trying, but that does mean that I could wake up next week and have them not fit again.
Eh, not to worried about any of it though. It's more getting to where I feel better, not what size I am in. And that work is ALL on MY perception, not work at the gym.
Now to get rid of this heinous headache and hopefully make it to climbing tonight.