On Saturday, a shivering Steven and I crossed something off of our (very long) bucket lists: Bungee Jumping. It was actually an anniversary present to us both, but when we called in July we were told the next available date was in late October - whoops! The day finally arrived, and I have to admit the conditions were not ideal; a crisp 32 degrees and snowing! We huddled together and braved the cold as we waited our turn, watching those up before us take the same plunge that we would be taking as soon as our name was called. The above photos are of the nice man who went before we did. He'd been bungee jumping many times before and didn't seem scared at all! I wish I could have said the same for me.
I didn't feel legitimate fear until we were up on the platform, 50 meters (164 feet) up in the air. I started shaking, thinking over and over again what the heck did I get myself into? Essentially, I just clung to Steven and dreamt up a happy place.
And then we fell.
And it was the most exhillirating thing I've ever experienced! I couldn't stop laughing as we dangled there by our ankles waiting to get lowered down to ground level.
Do things that scare you. Live a full, adventurous life. Take the plunge.
And in case you need proof, here's a video! (Warning: I scream, and it's pretty loud.) Edit: If you live in Germany and can't watch it because of the music rights thing, just click "watch on youtube" and your problems should be solved.