Yesterday I did it.
I took the plunge.
I exercised extreme free will.
I defied evolutionary processes.
I went skydiving. 10,000 feet. Accelerated free fall. Pulled my own ripcord (and brought it back with me to the ground). Navigated my own parachute.
I saw a sunset that I've never seen before. It was fantastic.
And, yes, I would totally do it again... but not until my knee heals.
I had a great landing, but came down wrong on my left ankle and knee. So today I'm pumped up on adrenaline, ibuprofen, and the magic foursome: ice, compression, elevation and rest.
I'm sore today. But I really don't care. It was absolutely worth it. Next time I'm taking The Hater with me!