Cliche as it may be, at the beginning of each year, I’m one of “those people” who outline their personal goals for the year. Rewind back in January, I remember grabbing dinner, and having a casual conversation with my friend Adam, to talk about events we wanted to attend and things we wanted to do. We both agreed 2010 was the year we wanted to skydive. No questions about it. At the time, we didn’t realize what we were signing up for…

it.

was.

AWESOME!

I jumped out of a plane at 10,000 feet and fell at speeds around 150MPH. It was every bit of intense as you’d imagine it to be! The wind noise on the initial free-fall was the loudest thing I’ve ever heard. Oddly enough, the abrupt silence that follows catches you by surprise as well. There is no place in the world, more quiet and calm, than the moments up in the air, right after your ripcord is pulled on your parachute. The stomach sensation was nothing at all what I envisioned it to feel like, it’s a completely different feeling than when you dive into a pool or jump off a cliff.

I posted a set of photos from the jump to my flickr stream. If you’re wondering, we went to Skydive Kansas City. It was fantastic! And I’d do it again, and again. I can see how this could get addicting…