I work with the most adorable 21 year-old that has been trying to convince me for a year now to jump out of an airplane with her. She skydives as a hobby and has made over 100 jumps so far. For some reason I decided to just do it. Maybe because I'm leaving my job and moving from Florida so I thought this would be a fitting end to my Florida chapter. For whatever reason, I gave in to Julia's nagging and 5 of us drove out to Palatka yesterday and jumped out of an airplane.
I wasn't nervous until they showed us the video beforehand and you see footage of them opening the plane door and people just whooshing out the back of the plane. Then I was like "Holy Shit." You can see in my face in on the plane that I was a little nervous. Of course I ended up with some hot ass instructor, which was a little intimidating, as you are strapped to these people tighter than white on rice.
When they opened the door to the plane and I watched my friend John whoosh out, I knew I was next. Before I knew in the instructor nudged me off the bench to the door, I looked out and have never felt so terrified in my entire life. Before I could have a second though, whoosh, out I went. The minute of free fall was terrifying (as seen by the look on my face). It was loud and cold and disorientating. You spin and flip for a few seconds until you end up belly down falling, when I was able to compose myself a little.
Here's Julia next to. That crazy 21 year-old. She flew up next to me and held my hand for a minute. So cool.
Was it fun? Well, I would say it was a pretty awesome experience, but I don't wish to repeat it.