I have this thing about heights. I am not afraid of them, but I have a problem jumping from them. I feel like this might be a common problem… the whole not wanting to fling yourself into empty space seems like something a lot of people feel strongly about.
So here I am standing on rock ledge about 40 feet above a pool of beautiful blue/green water. All of my friends were jumping off the ledge and it looked so fun. A little voice in my head was saying “Hey Erica, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to go jump off a cliff just because everyone else is doing it?” Yes, she did. After debating for a while about taking the 40 foot plunge, I jumped. And it felt great.
As I fell through the air I felt my hair being swept off my shoulders and my stomach flip in that totally exhilarating way. Then I hit the water… like a cannon ball. I was not aware that when jumping from high heights you cannot just let your limbs fly, you must keep your body straight and toes pointed. I let my knees sail up towards my chest and hit the water butt first. Apparently I made a huge splash, obviously I did not see the splash, but I did feel landing.
After smacking the water at approximately eleven million miles an hour I had to climb back up the rocky cliff with a sore butt.
Turns out, I badly bruised and/or broke my tailbone, which apparently there is nothing the doctor can do for that except tell you that you will be in pain for several more months. So I have that to look forward to.
I have already learned that a bruised and/or broken tailbone hurts even more when you: sit, stand, sneeze, laugh, cough, stretch, change positions while sitting, and driving in the car.
All things considered… totally worth it.