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I did it! I jumped off a platform and plunged 130 feet. I overcame my shaky knees, my racing heart, and the increasingly loud voice in my head that kept calling me a pussy. It thought it would be so easy. I've jumped out of a plane, for pete's sake! It's so different. Skydiving is almost surreal. The ground is soooo far below, it seems like you'll never hit it, so you're safe. I remember summersaulting off the plane, feeling only joy and weightlessness. Fastforward to last Friday night: I don't even remember the initial jump off the bungee platform. I think I blocked it out, a la post-traumatic stress syndrome. Haha. I was so excited to get up there, but once I looked down, I wanted to quit. I very nearly did. The crowd started chanting "Jump! Jump!" and I wanted so badly to do it, but I just couldn't. The guy up there with me got a radio call, informing him to come down if I didn't do it right then and there. And so I told him to bring me back down in the cage. He opened the gate, and I shuffled my tethered feet backward...and then my courage found me once more. I told him that I was going to do it...and so I did. I impressed the hell out of myself. Cerah has the moment captured in video on her cell phone. I wonder if she can send me that. I viewed it the other day, and it horrified me. I'm flailing. It doesn't look fun at all. But I DID IT. And I'm so proud.
Posted by Holly
at 1:47 PM PDT
Updated: Monday, 20 March 2006 8:34 PM PST
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Updated: Monday, 20 March 2006 8:34 PM PST
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