Having thrown myself out of and off enough obstacles I didn't think I'd be nervous about leaping off the Sky Tower. I was wrong.
Throwing myself off any kind of building had never been on my to-do list. I prefer things such as planes or caves. But a spur of the moment decision saw me booking a SkyJump. At first I was quite fine with the idea. Then, after being asked by several different people if I was nervous, then proceeding to tell me how nervous they would be, I grew increasingly concerned.
Of course, I wasn't actually concerned about the whole falling off a building part, it was more if I would have the courage to actually jump off in the first place. In most situations that involve falling or jumping, I prefer to have little choice in the matter. In this situation, it was all up to me.
The morning was crystal clear as I drove along the waterfront toward the Sky Tower. My passenger and 'support' person was concerned about parking. I have realised through this column, the more someone else worries, the less I tend to. Within moments of arriving at the Sky Tower we found a free park for the perfect amount of time we needed.
On went the lace-up shoes went, off came the scarf and jacket. Nervously I found my way, with ease, to the SkyJump reception. I have become used to ticking boxes and signing pieces of paper before throwing myself off things now. Then came the suit and the harness. Deep breaths! It's going to be okay! My heart started racing and my ability to make small talk vanished.