SKYDIVE

Call me crazy.... believe me many have. Last Saturday I jumped out of a plane at 13,500 feet. It was a very spontaneous decision to join Jodi (Marty's on air partner) and her husband David. Jodi was telling me about their plans on Wednesday and because I have always wanted to skydive I got very excited for her, obviously. Noting my excitement, Jodi told Marty and they called me while on the air the following day. So I thought about it, worried about leaving Josie motherless and Marty wifeless. Apparently the risk of dying is 1 out of every 380,000 - so skydiving is actually safer than riding in a car??
I decided around 7PM on Thursday evening. About 36 hours before jumptime.

The 5 seconds before I jumped and the first 10 seconds of freefall were the most terrifying of my entire life. But I have to say that the 45 seconds to a minute of freefall were the most exhilirating. So, I guess I will take the horrifying to get the exhilirating. Although I don't think I would need to do it again, I'm extremely happy that I did it. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity.