Today, let's welcome Seattle writer and blogger Katie Kavulla who is here to share her amazing, indoor skydiving experience. Yes, INDOOR skydiving. Intrigued?
Skydiving indoors in a simulated wind tunnel sounds slightly less
frightening than the kind where you jump out of a plane, but, as writer Katie Kavulla, explains, its not an experience that comes without the jitters. Take it away, Katie ...
I know that there are people out there who have skydiving on their bucket list. I was
not one of those people. Before going indoor skydiving at
iFLY,
I was perfectly content watching the contestants on "Amazing Race" jump
out of planes from the comfort of my very comfy and very safe Crate and
Barrel couch.
But, with an indoor skydiving article already assigned for a local
parenting newsletter, where I was about to tell parents that they
should take their children indoor skydiving, I found myself saying yes
to iFLY's invitation to come give it a spin myself. I mean, how could I
suggest that children as young as three years old take flight if I was
too chicken at 31?
The morning of the flight I was nervous. Knots-in-my-stomach nervous.
I was even hoping, in the back of my scaredy-cat mind, that my
babysitter wouldn't show up and I'd have to cancel. But no, she was
right on time, as usual, and off I went. I had told my 7-year old
daughter that I was going indoor skydiving that day and the freaked out
look on her face didn't really help. I was hoping she'd boost my
confidence a little with a "That's so cool, Mom!", but instead, I got a
"LIKE, JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE???" Oops.
The instructors at iFLY were so kind and sweet and even the 10-year
old in my group seemed to be excited, while I was literally shaking
putting on my flight suit and helmet (Side note: Not an attractive look
ladies. Might want to skip this one on first-date territory). They
assured us all that it was perfectly safe, we watched a video about the
hand signals they'd give us in the tube and away we went. I tried hard
to be the last one on the bench, but ended up somewhere in the middle
and eventually, it was my turn.
From the moment I leaned into the wind of the tunnel, I was flying.
Although the instructors have their hands on you most of the time to
keep you balanced, you don't even notice it. I just kept thinking in my
head, "I'm doing this! I'm actually doing this! Is this what real
skydiving looks like? Is my neck skin flopping around and looking gross?
What is that hand signal he's giving me? Right, chin up. I'M DOING
THIS!" The flight itself only lasted for two-minutes, but I'm pretty
sure the grin on my face lasted the rest of the day.
I can certainly see now, why people get a high from skydiving... and
from pushing themselves out of their comfort zone for extreme sports. As
a gal who prefers to take calculated risks (in all areas of my life,
not just when it comes to things such as this), this experience was good
for me in so many ways. Not only did that surge of adrenaline in my
body pump me up for the rest of that day and week, but remembering that
feeling has pushed me to consider what else I can challenge myself to do
physically. I want to start snowboarding again next winter--something I
haven't done in almost 10 years--and yes, I'm even considering going
skydiving for real. Like, jumping out of a plane, as my daughter Janie
so aptly described it.
One indoor skydiving experience does not a daredevil make, but I'm
pretty sure I can just barely feel some little devil horns poking
through my highlighted blonde locks. Ones that certainly weren't there
before.