#3: Skydiving

So, for my 29th birthday I decided to skydive. Yes, I have a crazy fear of heights. Yes, I get motion sickness. Yes, I hate small planes. However, I didn't want something as stupid as fear to stop me from doing something I've always wanted to try. So with my best friend in tow, I reserved my ticket to skydive.

To be honest, I wasn't really scared buying the ticket, or even the night before, and only a little fear crept up during the drive to the skydive center. I kept it out of my mind. Which is easy to do when one of my my best friends is visiting for the weekend. She would be my skydive partner, but we choose not to talk about it too much. The fear stayed at bay until we finally reached the place. This tiny little place, that J announced "Isn't a real place. This can't be it. This place isn't legit." But it was, so we got out of the car after some fussing and went inside. It was a very laid-back place. Everyone was kinda sitting around and hanging out. This didn't help the nerves. We signed up and soon took our skydiving lesson. It was about five minutes long. Which did not help the fear. Personally, I feel that when doing something death defying it should take longer then five minutes to master. But, I guess there isn't that many steps to skydiving. You jump, breath, and pray. Following the lesson we got suited up. Which J cleverly commented was like getting suited up for Armageddon, and she felt aerosmith should be playing in the background. This eased the tension a bit. Finally, it was off to the plane, the small plane, the little plane the tiny plane that could barely hold four people. I was smushed up against the pilot and the door. This is when the fear started to really hit. I prayed several times to God asking him to let me survive this. The plane climbed up and up. In fact, it seemed at times to be going straight up. My instructor went over the directions for me. I reran the directions over and over again in my head. I was not going to die by doing something wrong. Finally, the door was opened, my tandem instructor stepped out, and it was my turn to leave the safety of the plane. This is when I had second thoughts. I looked out of the plane and thought there was no way I was leaving this plane. But, my partner yelled at me to step out and I knew it was too late. I stepped out onto the railing. The instructor yelled "ready, set, go" and pushed me out. It happened so fast I didn't have time to think about it. I was out and free falling. It was awesome. The horizon in front of us, the adrenaline pumping threw my body. I don't think it accrued to me that there was nothing holding me safely. I was enjoying the fall too much. Then the parachute was opened. With a hard jerk our bodies were straightened. This was so uncomfortable. The strap across my chest made it hard to breath and motion sickness took hold. He had me hold the loops to the parachute under his. He then let go to loosen the straps. I did not like this. I held on until my knuckles were white. I didn't like being loosened, that could mean falling without the chute. But he did it and I didn't complain. Finally, he grabbed the loops from me and started spinning circles. This did not help the nausea. Which he must have noticed, because he finally said he would land us. It was a nice ride, very scenic. Surprisingly I wasn't scared falling, yet I kept trying to take big breaths and hoping I wouldn't have a panic attack. I don't know if I would do it again. But I did enjoy it and very glad I did it. When we finally landed I was relieved because the nausea was pretty bad, but I never did get sick. I was quite proud of that. I stumbled over to J who announced she would never do that again. All in all, it was an awesome birthday.