It’s something I’ve always wanted to do…and finally took the plunge – literally. Yesterday, I went SKYDIVING!
I was scheduled to go earlier in the year, but the weather was sketchy so I rescheduled for August 9th, when my friend Lisa and her sister, Kris, were planning to go with their dad for his 60th birthday. Lisa had gone once before (last year) and her dad has been skydiving twice before, but the last time he went was almost 40 years ago! So Kris and I were the loan newbies to the skydiving adventure. And what an adventure it was.
We were supposed to jump at 11:00, but we didn’t even arrive at Skydive Twin Cities until 11:30. Oops. So by the time we watched the video, signed the waiver (gulp), and did a short (emphasis on short) training session it was almost 1:00. Then we had to wait for our turn on the plane…which means it was almost 2:00 before we jumped – and I hadn’t eaten since the night before. So instead of nerves, all I could feel was hunger!
Finally it was our turn. We were packed on the plane like sardines; I kept looking out the window at the ground getting smaller and smaller – and although that was nerve wracking, it was better than looking at my jump partner, Eric, who I kept calling “Rook” because he looked more nervous than I did! When we were finally at the optimal height (about 12,000 feet) it was time to get hooked up with our jump partners. Then one by one, people started disappearing from the plane. I wasn’t too nervous yet…then I saw my friend Lisa jump out. And dissapear. I freaked. We were walking towards the door when she jumped, and I planted my feet and screamed “NOOOOOOOOO!” Needless to say I was having second thoughts. But it was too late. Eric, who was strapped to my back, just kept walking so I had no choice but to go with. He was supposed to count to three, but I don’t think he did. All I can remember thinking was “Go w/ the flow…you’ll be fine”. Then we jumped. And I screamed again. I tried to think “Look up, look around. Check out the sights!” So I did. Then I looked down…and screamed again. And while the freefall was only 60 seconds (at 120 miles per hour) it felt like an eternity! Then Eric opened the parachute, and it was amazing! I felt like I was sitting in a chair, just floating above the ground. He spun us around to try and see the Minnepolis skyline, but it was too cloudy; we waved to the others; watched the cars go by on the road. It was amazing. Then it was time to land, and we decided to land right in front of the building so I could wave to everyone as we came it.
Months of anticipation, three hours of waiting, a 10 minute plane ride, 60 seconds of fear & exhilaration, and 5 minutes of floating on top of the world. It was by far the coolest thing I’ve ever done!