So. Remember that platform that people were jumping off way
back on my first day here? We all decided to reconvene there after work today.
And since I made a promise to myself, I decided I was going to jump off.
It was entirely backwards from what I expected, in that the
jump itself wasn’t that bad, but the fall was bloody terrifying. I took the
smaller jump first. I jumped, closed my eyes…. And waited…. And waited… and
wondered why I hadn’t landed yet because wasn’t gravity faster than this? When
I finally did land, the breath I was holding was forced out of me and I
scrambled for the surface. My thoughts consisted of THIS IS BLOODY COLD with a
hint of oh yeah, this is saltwater, isn’t it.
But that wasn’t the promise I made myself. I needed to jump
off the top platform. So…. I did. And even though the shorter jump should have
prepared me, I still felt like I was falling too long, and I still inwardly
freaked out. I also leaned back too far and unwittingly drew my legs to my
chest, so when I crawled out of the water, I realized that the backs of my
thighs hurt. A lot. Who knew that water could cause so much pain.
Worth it once. Don’t think I’ll be doing it again.
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