03/22/2024
My Heart Races, My Palms Sweat... Then I Fly
Most days, the excitement before a wingsuit jump is off the charts. That rush of knowing what's about to happen – the fall, the rush of wind, the feeling of absolute flight... it's the best feeling in the world.
But sometimes, there's something else there. A knot in my stomach, a voice whispering "what if..." I've done this hundreds of times, but those nerves still creep in. It's honestly not even about crashing (though that thought definitely lingers in the back of my mind). It's more about wanting to perform my best, to nail the flight plan.
It's almost like a paradox. The pre-flight jitters make my mind buzz with a nervous energy, but that energy translates into laser focus. I meticulously check and recheck my gear, visualizing each step of the routine in my head. Then, a few deep breaths to center myself. It's a strange mix – this thrill that gets my blood pumping, intertwined with a deep respect for the power and challenge of what I'm about to do.
Then the moment comes. I leap, the world blurs, and those nerves vanish. It's all instinct, all training, and the pure joy of flying. And you know what? That makes the little bit of nerves before totally worth it.
