Well, I can cross “bungee jump” off of my bucket list! And I have evidence!
sorry it’s sideways–in my excitement to upload it, I forgot to edit it….
and another view, this time from up close so you can see the terror in my face.
This was an amazing experience and I am so glad that I did it. I didn’t think I would be afraid because I don’t have a problem with heights, but there is just a survival instinct that kicks in when you are up there and someone is telling you to jump off. My brain just would not let my foot leave that platform. It was the weirdest thing. I was telling myself to go, using all those brain functions that cause you to take a step, but my brain would just not deliver that message. I finally just had to fling myself off by using my shoulder to gain momentum. I was up there a long time. I made it up all those stairs (I was a bit winded when I made it to the top because I didn’t stop to catch my breath the whole way up), but I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t nervous when the guy hooked me up to the cord, asking me if I wanted to go head first or feet first, forwards or backwards. I said head first, facing forward. And then I walked up to the edge. And froze. It seemed like forever. And then I did it. It was all I thought it would be (followed by an entire body buzz–the same feeling your brain gets when you drink, only it was my entire body feeling that). Now I want to jump from a higher one…..next time I go to Vegas, I will jump–they have a reallllllllly high platform–I think it’s 75 feet. It will be amazing.
