I’m a firm believer in living like you’re dying. As morbid as that may sound, it is the basis of my adrenaline obsession that most find disturbing (including Darcy). If you knew tomorrow was your last day on earth, what would you do? You should go do that tomorrow. Really.
I have always wanted to try Skydiving. Sitting in an airplane always made me wonder what it would be like to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
Thanks to the Vegas advertisements in the booklet in front of my seat on a plane making its way to Vegas, I decided it was time to find out. Once we arrived in Vegas and checked into the hotel room, I called to reserve my spot for the next day. I was going to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
And, I did.
I’ll admit, signing your life away on those waivers pulls at my heart strings each time, but if I didn’t put my faith in knowing that 99% of the time things will work out okay, my feet would stay firmly planted on the ground and I would lose out on so many experiences.
After a rather brief lesson on positioning your body as you fall out of the plane, I was on the perfectly good plane I would soon jump out of (tandem).
Just before jumping, Leonard my instructor, reminded me that the first thing I would want to do after getting into position would be to look back at the plane flying away as I was falling from the sky. He was right; that is a phenomenal feeling.
The wind is intense as it hits you, making it hard to breathe at times. However, that can be relieved by cheering in excitement as you free fall. Since the wind is so intense, it didn’t feel like we were falling as fast as we actually were (120 – 140 mph). Before you know it, the string is pulled and the parachute opens with a minor pull-back as the chute fills with air.
I learned how to control the parachute and was able to spin in circles as we descended down to the ground. It was a smooth flight down, with a superior view of the horizon and the surrounding Vegas area.
Do you have the guts to jump out of a “perfectly good airplane”? I recommend you try Nevada’s highest skydive “Skydive Las Vegas”, like I did.
I went skydiving with a friend and her experience was a little more scary; her first parachute did not want to open. According to her instructor: “Don’t worry, the second one always works.” And, it did.
I can’t even begin to imagine what was going through her mind between the time the instructor tried to open the first shoot and found success with the second.
Have you ever been skydiving? Would you dare to try it?