Today I am gonna write about an experience rather than posting a picture related to the topic.
My first ever adventure sport:
When I decided that I will do the para sailing in Lake Tahoe, at the insistence of my friend, I was so skeptical because I have acrophobia (fear of heights). And I had never tried my hands at an adventure sport. I never knew what to expect. But when the parachute climbed up, up and up, well, I stopped watching after a few meters and started praying Almighty and the 1001 Hindu Gods, expecting any one of them to save me somehow in case I happen to fall from above, or at least let me die in peace and not in pieces. My friend who was tied next to me (it was a two seater…) was doing oooo-haaa and enjoying her so-called-flying experience. After what seemed like a very long time (may be like hours or days), I slowly opened one eye and tried looking around. The view from that one eye stole my breath away. It was like I was near the sky and all I could see was the vast expanse of mountains, the water…as if I was inside a painting which was full of blue. When I braved a little and looked down, I couldn’t imagine the way I felt. From that height, the people below are just teeny tiny dots, not even the size of ants…I somehow managed to sit in that belt like a stiff rod and yet see all things around with one eye (nope, I did not open my other eye till the very end…what if the magnanimity of the whole situation increases 2 fold.. I thought I couldn’t handle it). And when they finally pulled us back I did regret not seeing the whole thing with both my eyes and extended that regret to include not having a camera up there with me…I never thought I would do such a thing in my life because of my fear of heights (I never used to look down from my 2nd floor balcony), but that incident made me realize that I had enough courage in me to let myself go when needed. All I need is a little mental push and its up to me to handle my fears.