I threw myself out of a plane. To be more exact a man strapped to my back threw himself out of a plane. And I liked it.
There are a couple of photographs in the gallery where “liking it” means sheer terror but those moments were brief as they were overcome by excitement and joy.
Freefalling is an incredible experience – no stomach lurch as there is with rollercoasters – no falling sensation, only speed as we rush through the air at 120mph through the clouds towards the land far below. Too quickly the chute is pulled and harness grips groin.
For 5,000 feet we swoop through quick parachute turns almost catching the freefall rush again and woohoo over a tractor before landing. My brain is gibberish and I want to be freefalling again.
I was nervous in the weeks leading up to the skydive, more of not knowing what to expect instead of I-could-die fear, and I have to say thanks to Kate Bradbury for leading me in to expectation. Here’s mine Kate, now you show me yours.
The #wildeskydive was completed in aid of the Society for Abandoned Animals. Sponsorship and donations are still accepted up to 31st October 2013 – help me smash through £1000 by donating through JustGiving.
The reasons why I chose to do the skydive for charity and for that particular charity is detailed in the story on the JustGiving page.
Thanks to Scrapunzel for the hand made stripy gloves – flying rainbows!
If you’ve ever wanted to try it, had the tiniest inkling of wonder, of “how does that feel?”, then do it. Just do it.
27th September 2013
Tilstock Parachute Centre
*The video has been edited to remove copyright material – it isn’t silent at 10,000 feet.
**When the door opened at 3,500 feet for the static line jumpers I got a jolt of terror, the monster-under-the-bed-is-going-to grab-you kind of terror. Such a fine line between terror and excitement. It didn’t last long. I’ve always wanted to fly. Always wanted to be high in the sky. No monsters or demons would have stopped me, and I discover days afterwards they don’t exist any more.
***Hanging out of the plane I say “ohmygodohmygodohmygod”. As I feel us fall away I absolutely shit myself but as we get into freefall position all fear disappears. It takes at the most two seconds. I relived those two seconds later that evening and couldn’t stop laughing. Hearty bellylaughs from a place of soulful joy I’ve not been to before.
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