What happens in Vegas . . .
My last full day in Las Vegas was Sunday and I had decided to book a skydive. I hadn’t done anything extraordinary this trip and needed to have done something crazy on my first trip to Vegas.
Since I’m not a wild party animal, I decided to go skydiving. It doesn’t get any braver than that. I was picked up that morning by Vegas Extreme Skydiving. The driver, Brian, was also one of the skydivers. Brian patiently listened to my concerns on the landing part of the experience. I had seen skydivers landing before and wasn’t convinced that I would be able to lift my legs as I needed to.
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We got to the airstrip and suited up. Brian went over the process with me and said that I would be skydiving with him. When we got close to landing he would start to kick my legs up from behind and I just had to try to hold them up.
When it was time to head out to the plane he started the camera rolling. I bought the DVD option but have always felt very uncomfortable being caught on tape “in motion”. I hate seeing the way I walk, my slower awkward movements. With my body in as much pain as it was that day I knew I must be a site that would compare to Mr. Robotix. I don’t show this video to many people and when I do the first few moments of tape, when I’m moving out to the plane embarrass the heck out of me.
I forget though that where I can only see my outside flaws, other people can watch and appreciate how hard it was for me to do this. That I should be proud of my bravery. I shouldn’t let the fact that I stumbled on my way to plane diminish the courage I showed in making the jump. I’ve never been afraid of heights but I was terrified that I would get busted up in the landing. I faced that fear and had a tremendous once in a lifetime experience as my reward.
Here is a link to the YouTube video of my skydive: