My mother and I jumped out of an airplane last Saturday. A friend of mine had done it two weeks ago and posted photos on facebook. Since I quit the social network a few months ago, I failed to see the excitement. However, my mom texted me the info and told me she'd take me for my upcoming 30th birthday gift. I jumped on the opportunity and we had our dive booked within 20 minutes. We had a week or so to think about it. And watch youtube videos. We did not watch any labeled "fail" or "falls out of harness." Ha.
Suited up. It was -22 degrees 2 1/2 miles above the planet.
Dad getting a kick out of mom's jumpsuit. She did resemble the Green Mighty Morphin Power Ranger. Or maybe this was his nervous you-are-crazy-are-you-really-doing-this laughter.
Exhilaration beyond belief.
Scooter has been jumping as her full-time career for 15 years. Over 134 HOURS of free-fall logged. That's, like, 8,000 jumps. Yeah, I had 60 seconds.
Safely on the ground.
In the week prior to this jump, I suffered a panic attack. I couldn't get my breathing under control and hyperventilated. I was terrified. You'd think that a situation like this would have warranted similar feelings. I give credit to Westside Skydivers for the fact that it didn't. I never once experienced nerves. Never once did my heart-rate accelerate. I completely trusted them and their knowledge and experience. They didn't leave room for nerves. Their confidence far overshadowed any reservations. Falling through the sky at over 120 mph helped me put faith in perspective.
This video is highly entertaining. I look like a Who from Whoville, yes?! Evan says I look like a trophy fish going in for the bait. I could not keep my mouth shut due to the force! Though Scooter pushing my face up was into the camera - not to shut my mouth! Can't wait to do it again. If I had money, I can see being a jump junkie. Absolutely.
Thanks for the grand birthday gift, Mom!