Welp, apparently I didn't give myself enough credit. I'm 65lbs down from that point and still working. So when a Groupon came up for sky diving in Ellington, CT, I forwarded it to my mom and she immediately bought it. After a one week delay due to Sandy (and whats a one week delay when I have been waiting to go for 8 years now?) I got to jump this morning.
I didn't tell too many people that I was doing it before I jumped just in case it got cancelled or something happened (not sure what that something was....chickening out maybe?). I was also trying not to think about the jump too much, I think to avoid psyching myself out. The few people I did tell wished me luck and I honestly had to remember I was going. I think I only admitted to myself I was actually, truly, for reals going to jump once I started putting on the jumpsuit.
My rentals and I arrived at Ellington around 7:40 AM. I signed a bunch of paperwork saying I promised not to sue if I got all broken or died. I put on some extra layers due to the cold. I got my jumpsuit and harness on. My tandem jump partner, Lindsey (not sure how she spells it), went over the basics with me, what would happen in the plane and what positions I would need to be in for each stage of the fall.
|The shuffling crouch.|
|Initial jump position...aka arch.|
|Free fall position.|
She asked if I got nauseus easily. When I said no she handed me the straps that control the parachute and guided me to set us into a spin, first left and then right. That was a lot of fun. I asked her how the directional straps worked and she explained how they create drag. Looking back now (a whole few hours later), I think thats pretty typical for me. There I was, sky diving for the first time, falling towards the ground, and I take a moment to ask for a lesson on parachute mechanics. Ah well, I like learning and understanding.
Lindsey had me practice the landing position a few times the closer we got to the ground and scoot my butt further back into the straps. Once I could make out the shapes of my parents and Tony (a family friend and coworker who lives near the airport and came to watch me jump), I waved. Then the ground was coming up fast. I pulled up my knees, then stretched out my legs. We landed on our rears and slide forward a bit before my heel caught the ground and brought us to a rather ungraceful stop and made Lindsey whack me ever so slightly in the back. She unhooked us, I thanked her for the ride and she had to go run off for another jump.
The whole experience was over pretty quickly and I still feel slightly detached from the whole experience. I had a really great time and I would absolutely love to go again. There's one thing I can cross off my bucket list.