last week, after a couple days of hanging out in orlando with my big brother & recovering from my recent traveling madness, i called my pretty friend christine and said, "hey wanna go skydiving when this hurricane blows over?" i expected her to say no because it was totally last minute and spontaneous. to my surprise, she said YES!
this skydive was my 3rd tandem jump. i went two separate times last summer and fell in love. the first time, the skies were filled with clouds so the view wasn't the best, but the rush of adrenaline stomped out any inkling of disappointment. the second time, i was more comfortable and the skies were so clear that i could see the coast. a whole new gorgeous view. and just when i started worrying that this third time wouldn't be unique, my tandem instructor said some pretty magical words-- "do you want to pull the parachute?" UH, YES!
they didn't let me wear my new gopro on my wrist (so disappointing--that would've been cool), but christine got the video package so her camera guy snapped a couple of me jumping and landing. the gopro will come in handy NEXT time i jump. because next time... i'm getting certified. YESSS.
once i save up and get the AFF certification, i'll be able to jump by myself and i'll be the happiest little birdie you guys have ever seen. because free falling is one of the best, most addictive feelings in the world... or... high above it. ;)