Alas, I was sent the wrong details for the jump. 🙁 Arrived 8am Nottingham with wife and kids for short bit of training and then jump… Found I had actually been booked on the correct course, but it involved a whole day of training followed by jumping the following morning.
Couldn’t expect kids to stay at airfield all day with nothing to do, then drive 2hr15mins back down the A1 only to get up at 5am again and drive back again in the morning. Tried a lot of alternative logistic but alas nothing held. Only option was to cancel and re-book. 🙁
It was a good test of my attempts to be more laid back and have more of a positive mental attitude! When I found out I couldn’t jump I was bitterly disappointed and frustrated, but fortunately managed to dealt with it pretty well. Drove all the way back down the A1 home, worked on a new song in Cubase (melodramatically titled Failure To Reach the Skies), then headed down to the park/funfair with family and then on to a lovely dinner in The Old Barge. Glad I managed to recover the day rather than just going home and sulking in bed the rest of the weekend! I tell myself it wouldn’t be a challenge if it was easy, and other platitudes!
Now scheduled to jump August 2nd, (weather/life permitting).
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?)
“Things are becoming more and more unpredictable. Now to those that can stand unpredictability, it makes life a lot more interesting. For those that can’t stand unpredictability it leads to a lot of conspiracy, pessimism and general apocalyptic visions.” – Robert Anton Wilson