Friday, May 29, 2009

Why do I hear Sarah McLachlan singing "It's a long way down" in my head?

My dad has a very similar picture of himself. And I wonder where I get my adventurous side from...

Summer is fast approaching (although you wouldn't know it here in New York, where it goes down to 47 degrees every night) and it has me thinking about all the fun outdoor activities that come with it. Here are a few I would like to someday partake in:
  1. Learn how to play golf. I dated a guy who relished in teaching me proper swings and grips, and I was all about it--I even went to the driving range and I LOVED it. If I can ever afford lessons, I'm doing it.
  2. Hike a mountain taller than 2,000 ft.
  3. Go camping for more than one night, and without the car in walking distance.
  4. Learn how to dive. I can swim like a fish, but I never learned how to properly dive into the water. Seriously, I look spastic.
  5. Go whitewater rafting. I used to be against this activity. Mostly because I couldn't possibly fathom how wearing a life vest the size of a maternity belly while being jostled around and thrown out of a plastic raft into ice-cold water lined with giant, protruding rocks could be at all fun. But then I talked to someone who'd actually done it and he said it's not that bad. And since this person is related to me, I trust him.....somewhat.
And here are a few activities I have absolutely no interest in doing. Ever.
  1. Kayaking. I'm informally known as the clumsiest person this side of the East River, so I'm thinking that an activity centered mostly around balance and coordination is not for me. That, and I have a major fear of the kayak turning upside down and not being able to get out.
  2. Fishing. Been there, done that. Yawn. Not for me.
  3. Bungee jumping. I swear this has nothing to do with a fear of heights or the cord breaking. Rather, it's all about the paralyzing pain that will overtake my spine when the cord has reached its maximum stretch capacity and my body is flung upwards like a ragdoll. Ouch.
  4. Skydiving. This one is all about a fear of heights and the parachute not opening. I'm guessing that having time to think about your impending death before it actually happens isn't a great way to go.
  5. Paragliding. Think about this for a second. You are strapped into a man-made contraption with a wingspan of 20+ feet that has no motor, no brakes, no parachute, and no deceleration device. Your steering depends solely on your own ability to not crash into things, like trees or mountains. And should you come within mere feet of hitting an object head-on, you can't use your legs to brace yourself for impact because they're strapped into a sleeping bag-like shell and pinned behind you. No thanks. I'd sooner dive off a 20-foot cliff into running water than off a mountain attached to one of those things.
So am I officially a wuss? A pansy? A yellow-bellied coward? Even though I love riding motorcycles and jumping off boats into hundreds of feet of water and wouldn't think twice about going to any country in Africa? Think carefully now....

So have any of you guys tried one of the activities on my Never List? Was it fun? Did you almost die? Should I man up and just do it?

4 comments:

red said...

I've been skydiving. One of the great experiences of my life, but I wouldn't do it again.

K and/or K said...

I have only gone fishing. And I did not almost die! I find it to be so peaceful and tranquil. A nice time to ponder and chat with a loved one.

Liz said...

Oh my God I'm an awful diver too. I physically cannot get my body to do the swan thing. It always turns into a belly flop. It's nice to know I'm not alone

Sabrina said...

I love diving and fishing...
I still want to sky dive and bungee jump.

I think i would tip over and die while Kayaking!