Guys... We Jumped Out Of A Plane!
Yes, to answer your question. I did jump out of a plane. Not metaphorically, but really. Like, wind rushing past your face, free-falling, jumped out of a plane. Do I have the pictures to prove it? No, but Joe does :)
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It was a gorgeous day to go skydiving- not a cloud in the sky and 70 degrees or so. Tiff, Joe and I headed towards Orlando/Plant City around 10:30 so we could get to Jump Florida (where the skydiving was) by two. Once we got there, we had to sign in, basically sign our lives away and then wait. We sat and waited for about two hours, watch people go up in the planes and come flying back down. It was nice out, so it was fine that we were waiting and we were able to see other people go before us. But I was freaking out.
My heart would not stop pounding and every time it did, it would start again. Finally, it was our turn. I was called first, so I started panicking again, then Tiff, then Joe ended up jumping after us. Since there were two people jumping per plane, Tiff and I jumped together and Joe went right after.
I jumped with Pasqual (I think that was his name), I was kinda blanking and not really paying attention to his name. He was very nice and trying to be funny to get me to calm down. Aka, telling me my harness was loose and that we would just leave it that way. ummm not the way to make me feel better.
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Once we were suited up, onto the plane. The itty bitty plane. So, for anyone that doesn't know, I don't like planes. I am petrified of flying. As much as I fly back and forth between PA and FL and around the world, I am petrified of flying and once refused to get on a plane because it was a little 20-seater. This plane, fit four of us. To say I was about to have a meltdown, is an understatement. I don't think I said a single word the entire time we were in the plane, except once when Tiff asked if I was ok.
Since she got in the plane first, I had the pleasure of jumping first. Which was actually probably a good thing, because if I had seen her go, I would have said hell no. After reaching 1100 ft, we had to maneuver ourselves onto our knees, so we could back up and be hooked onto the instructors. No easy feet in an itty bitty plane. Then "are you ready? no." Doors open and without a second to think I was out the door.
Free falling was not what I expected. I was expecting that drop-in-your stomach feeling you get when riding a roller coaster. This was nothing like that. It was more of just try and breath, or decide whether to hold your breath while the wind slams into your face. I didn't open my eyes the entire free fall, because I was still freaking out and trying to breath. Once the parachute opened, I was golden. It was so pretty and I just loved it. Being that high up and able to see everything.. I wish I had a camera and had photos. It is like nothing I have ever experienced.
The drop was over in a matter of minutes and I was shaking when we touched the ground but it was the most exhilarating experience ever. For someone who never thought they would go skydiving, I would probably do it again.
Who knows.. may become an adrenaline junkie. Who am I kidding, I think I'll stick with the ponies :)
My heart would not stop pounding and every time it did, it would start again. Finally, it was our turn. I was called first, so I started panicking again, then Tiff, then Joe ended up jumping after us. Since there were two people jumping per plane, Tiff and I jumped together and Joe went right after.
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| Before the jump |
I jumped with Pasqual (I think that was his name), I was kinda blanking and not really paying attention to his name. He was very nice and trying to be funny to get me to calm down. Aka, telling me my harness was loose and that we would just leave it that way. ummm not the way to make me feel better.
Once we were suited up, onto the plane. The itty bitty plane. So, for anyone that doesn't know, I don't like planes. I am petrified of flying. As much as I fly back and forth between PA and FL and around the world, I am petrified of flying and once refused to get on a plane because it was a little 20-seater. This plane, fit four of us. To say I was about to have a meltdown, is an understatement. I don't think I said a single word the entire time we were in the plane, except once when Tiff asked if I was ok.
Since she got in the plane first, I had the pleasure of jumping first. Which was actually probably a good thing, because if I had seen her go, I would have said hell no. After reaching 1100 ft, we had to maneuver ourselves onto our knees, so we could back up and be hooked onto the instructors. No easy feet in an itty bitty plane. Then "are you ready? no." Doors open and without a second to think I was out the door.
Free falling was not what I expected. I was expecting that drop-in-your stomach feeling you get when riding a roller coaster. This was nothing like that. It was more of just try and breath, or decide whether to hold your breath while the wind slams into your face. I didn't open my eyes the entire free fall, because I was still freaking out and trying to breath. Once the parachute opened, I was golden. It was so pretty and I just loved it. Being that high up and able to see everything.. I wish I had a camera and had photos. It is like nothing I have ever experienced.
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| Joe's photos to document that we did in fact Jump out of a plane. |
The drop was over in a matter of minutes and I was shaking when we touched the ground but it was the most exhilarating experience ever. For someone who never thought they would go skydiving, I would probably do it again.
Who knows.. may become an adrenaline junkie. Who am I kidding, I think I'll stick with the ponies :)
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