^^BYE FELICIA BYE^^
"It doesn't feel like falling. It feels like flying."
That's what they all tell you when you are contemplating skydiving.
And right about now is when I would like to call bullshit.
Sure. After you get your bearings straight and even out a bit, it feels like flying. Which is an amazing feeling. But the very second you exit the plane? The very second you are no longer sitting inside something concrete and are instead out in the open?
It feels exactly like what you are doing…which is falling towards the earth at 160 MPH.
I closed my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have, but I did. I closed my eyes and didn't open them until that "heart coming straight out of your throat" feeling passed. But when I did, when I opened my eyes and looked around…well gosh damn friends…it was amazing.
Being so high up, looking down, knowing I just fell straight out of an airplane for fun…was incredible.
And I've heard it before, how skydivers say the most amazing sound is the sound of nothing…and then I heard it.
Silence. Complete silence. Not the air, not the breeze, not the sounds of what it sounds like 10,000 feet up in the sky…but complete and utter silence. It was like being in a sound machine where there was nothing to hear. And it was amazing.
And then came the flying. After the initial falling, and it was, in every sense of the word, falling, came the sensation of being wild and free and gliding across the sky. I know it sounds cliche, but as I love to say, cliche's are cliche's for a reason.
It was exceptional. One of the best experiences of my life. And one that I want to experience over and over and over again. In fact, I would love to one day get my certification to skydive solo, where I'm in control of where I go and how I get there.
Go big or go home. Ain't that what they tell us?
I'd love to thank Malibu Rum and their
"Best Summer Ever" campaign for the opportunity
to do something so amazing!