This past Saturday, I woke up around 8:15am to get ready for a 9am yoga class at the Santa Monica Pier. Shaina and I decided to take the metro instead of drive (we’re both only a 5 minute walk away from the same metro station!) since it would take about the same amount of time if you account for parking. We arrived about 20 minutes late to class so we sat in the very back. I’m kind of glad though because I’m terrible at yoga.
Sometime between downward dog and warrior II, I thought to myself, “How amazing is this? I’m taking a free yoga class above the ocean with some of my closest friends. Life is good.”
After yoga, we went to eat at Bondi Harvest for Christine’s birthday brunch. We shared everything family style and agreed that the Sweet Summer Squash Pancakes were the best!
Once brunch was over, Christine dropped Shaina and I off at the metro station closest to her apartment and we rode the metro the rest of the way home. It was a quintessential Saturday morning in Los Angeles. Instead of sleeping in on the weekends, I hope to take more advantage of the perks this city has to offer.
After a 5 mile hike to the bridge and sitting through a 30 minute lesson with 40 people learning how to jump off the platform properly, I started to think…maybe I should do it today.
I didn’t know when my next opportunity to bungee jump would be and I really didn’t care to do this hike a third time just to bungee jump. Plus, I was already there and my friends were going to do it with or without me.
So I paid, got weighed in and spent the next two hours waiting…and waiting…and waiting till it was my weight group’s turn to line up. (One of the few drawbacks of being in the “lightest” group – you get to go last.)
When they finally called our group, I jumped in line as fast as I could and was second in line to go. It wasn’t until I climbed over the bridge and stepped onto the platform when my nerves started to kick in.
“Wow, I’m going to be falling for a realllyyy long time…..”
AND FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. BUNGEE!
The instructors don’t really give you much time to think…or talk yourself out of it.
The actual bungee jump was a blur. I think I blacked out for a second because I really don’t remember anything that I saw. Was I close to any rocks or trees? How far from the ground was I before I started to bounce back up?
Luckily, I had James’ GoPro attached to my helmet so hopefully that’ll give me some answers.