Ziplining

I have never considered myself as the adventurous type.  I don't feel the need for speed.  I don't ride rollercoasters.  I have never flown because I have a phobia to heights and falling.  But for some strange reason, a couple of summers ago, I allowed my family to talk me into ziplining.  I knew I had messed up before the first run.  I was totally uncomfortable with the walk up to the jumping off platform.  We had to walk up an incline on 2x4s holding on to a rope handrail; it was very shaky.  It put a whole new spin on the swinging bridge!

There were 5 runs total.  Of course, I was the last one to jump in our group.  It was the scariest thing that I have ever done.  Then to add to my overwhelming sense of fear, just as I am about to jump...some lady screams out, "Oh, look, there's a squirrel!"  Now, I am a country girl and I know quite a bit about squirrels.  I know that they can actually leap from tree to tree.  I know that they have long sharp teeth and claws.  So here I am, whizzing through the woods on the zipline, and praying that the loose squirrel doesn't decide to jump as I am going by and land on my face!  Now, wouldn't that be a sight?  It would be worse than Ray Steven's song about the day the squirrel got loose at the First Righteous Church.

I survived the zipline experience, but whenever someone suggests ziplining around me, I just say, "Been there and done that!"  Although, I usually don't like taking risk, I do surprise myself at times.  I took a doula training and attended a birth where I actually cut the cord!  I did an impromptu comedy act in front of an audience where I just ad-libbed my lines.  I recently signed up for zumba classes and very much enjoyed it. I also took the A-Z Challenge and wrote my way through the alphabet during this month (April).  I loved it!  I appreciate the comments that were left and the new blogging friends made along the way.  Everyone keep writing and telling your stories!