Bungeeeeeee

Ok, this one is going all the way back to Feb, but when you’re talking about being launched off of a 467 foot bridge into the Grand Canyon, I think it’s worth it.

That’s right, bungee jumping. One of those activities that many add to a bucket list, and few ever check off. Well, I decided that I was taking matters into my own hands, and so called up a company and a few weeks later found myself road tripping down to the Navajo Bridge with three friends.

We stayed the night in a ghetto little motel, then woke up bright and early for the festivities to begin. We went in order of descending weight, so I had to wait till the very end (about 15 people)… watching everyone jump off the bridge sure built up some anticipation. When my turn came, I asked if I could go “pall-bearer” style (where 4 guys pick you up and run to the edge of the bridge to launch you off). They warned me against it, saying it was scary, but I could tell that the two guys running the bungee company were glad for a little excitement.

The actual jump went by really quickly – but, let me tell you, that was the biggest adrenaline rush of my life. And I’ve had some pretty sweet adrenaline rushes. I remember the water at the bottom of the canyon rushing towards my face as I plunged face-first. I remember trying to do what I had been instructed – keeping my arms by my sides as I descended, tucking my body during the recoils. I remember shaking so hard I thought my ankle-harness would come off. I remember realizing after the fact that my leg was bleeding from hitting the bridge as I was being pulled back up.

And I remember thinking: Wow. I cannot believe I just did that.