For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to skydive. It was one of the first items added to my bucket list when I finally sat down to create a bucket list. When I discussed the idea with my close friends and family they all thought I was crazy. “Why would you jump out of a perfectly good airplane?” they would reply.
I found the title of this blog post as a quote online and it resonates with me. Why do I do some of the crazy things I do? Maybe it’s to push the limits, to see how far out of my comfort zone I’m willing to go. Maybe it’s to get all of this dangerous-adrenaline driven-crazy-fun out of my system before I have to settle down and have a family. Maybe it’s my underlying fear of knowing I’m not going to live forever and that I won’t have enough time to complete everything that I want to do in life. Maybe it’s a simple answer: I’m just a bit of a daredevil. Regardless of why, I want to be able to look back on life and have no regrets.
While in Kauai my husband and I safely completed our first skydive! We booked our tandem jump with Skydive Kauai. Tandem, meaning you are hooked to the instructor (aka: the person who knows what they are doing up there)!
The words to describe my first jump are: Exhilarating. Exciting. Nerve Wracking. Breathtaking. Dangerous. Fear-Inducing. Overwhelming. Thrilling. Spine-Tingling. Fun. Magnificent. Awesome!
It was all that, and more. Honestly, it was Indescribable.
The moment that the airplane door opened and I stepped out onto the tiny metal platform is a moment that is hard to describe, and a moment that I will never forget. It was fear mixed with extreme excitement. I’ve never been afraid of heights but from my vantage point it sure looked like a loooooong way down. Before I knew it my tandem instructor and I were hurtling towards the ground 10,000 feet below.
The best way to describe those first few seconds was: sensory overload.
The 30 second free fall to 5,000 feet goes by so fast. Too fast. I thought that during the free fall I would be nervous about the parachute not opening–yet, the thought never crossed my mind. I thought that it would be hard to breathe with the wind in my face–yet it wasn’t. It was quiet, except for the rush of the wind as we fell towards the ground, and my excited “woohoooo’s” a few times during my jump.
The experience was such a rush. The moment that my feet hit the ground I wanted to head right back towards the plane to do it all over again. If you have never skydived, I encourage you to do so. You will never regret it.
Fear is Temporary, Regret lasts Forever