I reluctantly stepped off the bridge, concluding on a whim that pencil diving to my death was the best method to meet my maker. After coming out of my adrenaline coma I found myself free-falling some 700 feet in the air, staring at the sky with my hands firmly clasped around the rope.
Let’s rewind a bit here…
I like to think that I am a bit of an adrenaline junkie, but with a healthy full-functioning amygdala. However, I am almost always more confident than I should be about adventurous activities. I often pump myself up before doing something crazy and then mentally poop myself when I come face to face with said activity.
My appetite for heart racing activities has escalated.
The day has finally arrived
My confidence is bristling as I encourage and comfort my peers about their fear of heights. After we arrive they outfit me with a helmet, harness, and write my weight on my hand in permanent marker (rude). The next step is the bridge walk, where you can’t help but stare at the rocky cliffs through the grated metal floor. Once you made it to the middle of the bridge they explain a few of the rules if you can manage to focus.
“Emmah” they call my name.
Well, actually they called my weight because that’s not awkward. Like I need another thing to stress about right now. Thankfully it’s in kilograms and I have no idea of the exact amount. The only time that the USA’s decision to not use the metric system has benefitted me.
After calling my name I had entered into a stage of shock.
I looked drugged in that picture, don’t I? I was drugged on fear.
Everything happened so quickly after that. They preceded to tie a rope around my feet and clip my harness in. I suddenly started to feel panicky. “Am I going to be hanging from my feet? That doesn’t seem safe.” As though they can hear my thoughts, they quickly reassure me “You are 100% safe.” They hoist me unto my feet and I hop over to the edge. Staring down at the tiny little ravine 708 feet below. 3-2-1 bungee and I step off the bridge.
After my rope stopped swaying, a happy and dancing South African man descended on a platform. He hooked up my harness to his platform and just like that we were on our way back up.
Let’s just say that my jump didn’t make it to Facebook. I really didn’t want to talk about why I agreed to get pushed off a bridge over Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe next time… just kidding there will never be a next time when it comes to bungee jumping. Cheers to all you real adrenaline junkies out there! Check out the whole video of me bungee jumping here.
Who else has been bungee jumping?
What was your experience like?
Would you do it again?