Originally published at a hundred ways to kill yourself without actually dying. You can comment here or there.
I am now in the final few days of my 30s! I don’t like being the centre of attention at parties and things, so starting last year I decided to maybe try and celebrate each remaining birthday with some kind of personal challenge. Last year, for my 39th birthday, was my attempt to walk The Pennine Way… this year I’m going to attempt a parachute jump. Despite not being very good with heights I did a bungee jump in my early 20s. I was so terrified I begged the man at the top to push me out. He refused, counted down and then shouted BUNGEE!! at me and I half stumbled, half fell out of the box and screamed all the way down. After the first initial drop though, came the soaring back upwards which felt amazing like flying. When I finished I was totally thrilled and wanted to do it again as soon as possible.
With the passing of days though I remembered how terrified I’d been beforehand and realised I could never put myself through it again.
Doing a parachute jump at some point has always been at the back of my mind (a long with a lot of other things), but when I found out that once over the age of 40, you need to get a doctors letter to be allowed to jump, I decided to try and jump before my 40th birthday. I am hoping to have maringally more dignity than for my bungee jump!
It’s all booked and paid for, for tomorrow, in Nottingham.
I’m a bit funny about the thought of being strapped to a stranger so have elected not to go for a tandem jump… instead going to jump solo as a ‘static line jump’ which means the chute is automatically deployed so I can um safely pass out if necessary.
Anyone interested in sponsoring me (in aid of the Alzheimer’s Society) pls head over to: https://www.justgiving.com/Max-Clarkson
Any donations gratefully received!
(how much time off is a broken leg?)