Pre Sky Shakes

Saturday June 3. 6.30am

Of course I wake up anxious. Before the alarm. I’m scared of both parkrun at 9am and the skydive at 1pm. Hopefully the happy parkrun endorphins will carry me happily to an easy jump this afternoon.

But it’s good to have some feelings. It’s been so very easy and chill these two New Zealand weeks, the scariest thing so far was telling the cafe people they’d forgotten my lunch and then trying not to listen while they all whisper argued about who’s fault it was before the many apologetic offers of cake or extra coffee. I got a rush of actual dread when I realised it had been half an hour and I’d have to say something. 

So, why parkrun? Very much for the achievement and parkrun points and the photo and the Strava to connect me back to Melksham. 

Why skydive? Because after two very easy weeks I want to challenge myself and get out of my comfort zone today. My last full day. And as my New York brother says, what would you regret not doing? 

8. 23am

Sick with anxiety now. Not taking any chill pills. Now have the fear of being a bad person because it says no skydive if you have diarrhoea and of course I’ve had an anxious bathroom this morning, which I  know is not diarrhoea but do I need to declare it with all the associated shame and loose 200 quid today? 

There’s my fear before parkrun. See how I feel in an hour

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Parkrun was great. Happy, chatty, confident for a bit. Beautiful lakeside run in Queenstown Gardens and as we all ran past that bit of forest where I’d made a pine cone heart last week, I looked over to see if it was still there. All I could see were two girls taking a photo of something on the ground and as I got closer I saw it was my still perfect heart made of cones. No way! How lovely. With a good time of 31 minutes, and some cheerful chats with the other finishers, I went back home to wait the three hours with the next fear. 

‘Just don’t think about it,’ Dave said dismissively, as if that was an option. Jen, who was mowing the lawn suggested I do some gardening and I gratefully spent two hours weeding before getting ready, which was helpfully distracting. A shower was pretty essential since I would be strapped to stranger soon, and as I stood there in the warm water feeling the dread I remembered the benefits of a cold shower, and managed a couple of minutes stood under icy winter water. The sudden rush of blood was instantly calming and now instead of sick I’m just shaking. No anxiety pill yet but I have four ready in my phone case and four more in my back pocket. 

‘Don’t take those!’ said Dave. 

‘I won’t, I just need them nearby.’ 

‘Just stop thinking about it!’ 

Excited right, not scared. Its a glorious blue sky day, it will be be beautiful up there. 45 seconds freefall.

Dave just said, ‘You want some lunch?’ 

‘No thank you.’ 

‘Haa haa!’ 

Can I just be there now please? 

12.56 at the place.

So scared I’ve reached a place of weird calm. Feel so sick though.

Dave just dropped me off, I was already panicking in the stuck traffic so I jumped out and ran down Shotover Street here to the NZONE shop. Bang on 12.50. 

The place was full. Lady at the desk checked me in and weighed me. ‘Great, just take a seat. There’ll be a briefing at one.’ No need to rush after all. 

13.15. I cried during the briefing video – people tandem jumping, mountains, music, fear. Of course I’m crying, it’s insane. Back to the waiting room and everyone’s queuing up at the desk. I ask the guy next to me what they’re doing. ‘Oh probably booking the video,’ he says.

‘Oh I’m not doing that,’ I say, trying to be cool. ‘That’s just too much.’

‘Yeah it’s expensive, but you’re only gunna do this once,’ he says.

‘Well…’ 

‘Better to have got it than not got it and regret it,’ he says, knowingly. So I reluctantly queue up and it takes two attempts to type my PIN with all this trembling. 

Mini achievement. I come back and show the guy my receipt. ‘Did it!’ I grin. ‘Well done.’ 

Then there’s a roll call from the desk – ‘Thomas, 15,000 feet with handicam.’ Yep! 

‘Choi, 9,000 feet, no handicam.’ Yes. 

‘Miriam, 12,000 feet with handicam.’ Yep.

I do a quick facebook post because I have a sudden need to tell everyone I love them. 

1.25 Now in the bus going up the mountain. Feel better since I’m surrounded by 20 calm people. It is contagious. We’re sailing along at the foot of the Remarkables. Just stunning. Thank you. 

Here’s my deal with muself. The 100 quid for the video is worth it in exchange for not drinking for the rest of June. I don’t need alcohol because look at how brave I am. 

14.08

At the dropzone. So chill now. Our bus load of 20 is split into three flights and we wait our turn. I sit at a picnic table in the sunshine, a couple of girls play giant chess over there and parachuting people sail out of the blue sky under huge red and white canopies and land onto the flat green field in front of us. That’ll be me in a bit.

Just now, once the queue for the toilets had cleared I took my turn for a nervous visit – third time today – and met Maeve, who, with the phrase, ‘Are you nervous?’ became my instant anxiety buddy. Succinct life stories revealed that two weeks ago she decided leave Australia, applied for a job in New Zealand and took a four year contract here at 18 years old. ‘Wow. You’re an inspiration,’ I said. ‘Well people think I’m wild,’ she laughed. ‘No, that’s brilliant, whole new life ahead of you. Starting with jumping out of a plane!’

They called flight 13 and she said, ‘Thanks for chatting, I feel a lot calmer now.’

‘I know, me too. Enjoy!’

I’m surrounded by brave people. 

My flight is 14 and now instead of scared im excited. It is by far the most beautiful day of my two weeks here. Crystal clear skies, pristine white mountaintops. Perfect day to be in this huge blue sky. Flight 12 just took off, the little white plane sailing off over the lake. 13 are getting kitted out and we’ll be next. Thank you for the beautiful setting, the gorgeous sunshine, the ample toilets here and the cheeky sign in the cubicle saying ‘Now you’ve dropped off the kids let us drop you out of a plane.’ 

18.18. It is done. Still shaking. There was the initial excited oh my god I did it, and then for the last three hours I still feel crunched up with anxiety. It’s like a delayed reaction because it was too fucking insane to process at the time. 

I JUMPED OUT OF THE SKY!!! 40 seconds of freefall with the wind and sky and mountains all over the place and fuck me I’m in the sky.

It was utterly amazing. So glad I did it. Worth every penny and more. My decision to not drink for the rest of the month has gone straight out the window immediately as Dave hands me a beer as soon as I’m home. 

‘You need a drink after that!’

Yes I do. And will write up the full detailed adventure tomorrow 🙂

Parkrun

It is life-changingly good.

My job started getting stressful and I could feel anxiety crawling back around my skull as autumn approached so I started running again. Just a quick fifteen minutes off into the countryside and back before work. Nice. I mentioned it to a colleague who said he’d been meaning to join parkrun. Really? I’ll go if you’ll go. This weekend? Why not!

The first one destroyed us both. I was nervous, not sure where to go, what to wear, how it worked, what the barcode was for, but after a few minutes in that jogging crowd of lycra and leggings, I felt at home. Just keep running, and if it hurts, just keep walking.

I had expected pain, breathlessness, exhaustion, mud. What I had not expected was a cheerful marshal in high viz, full of applause, encouragement and smiles at every corner of the route.

Keep going! Great job! Nice pace!

Thank you, I gasped back, confused, and then grinning. How absolutely awesome.

My colleague was miles ahead, he passed me on his return lap, making great progress, shouting cheerfully ‘I’m in agony!’ as he passed.

I slowed down when it started hurting, watching rainbow leggings and ‘250 runs’ T shirts overtake me.

As I approached the final bend, with that last uphill back into the park, I could hear the cheers already up ahead. Strangers applauding and welcoming me to the finish as I arrived bewildered, broken and breathless, but smiling. My colleague and I were both doubled over in pain as we stumbled back to town, regretting the lack of watm up, but full of grinning elation at achieving 5k on a Saturday morning.

That was six weeks ago. Since then I have beaten my personal best (almost) every time, donned purple wig and witch hat for the Halloween event, gone running three or four mornings a week, and noticed an incredible improvement in my energy, focus and overall mood. Anxiety is right down, happiness is much higher, and I have that smug sense of acheivement at the start of most days.

So, to pay back my gratitude for the fact that we have an amazing parkrun in Melksham, today I offered to volunteer as a marshal. And if I thought running made me happy, then without a doubt, smiling, encouraging and clapping for 145 strangers made me even happier.

So that all day I have been giggly and jovial. Chatty even. Confident, a bit. Calm, in my soul. And at bedtime I curl up to sleep on a night when my love is working nightshifts, and instead of the sleep hypnotherapy or weighted blanket support I needed to sleep on my own last year, I am now unable to sleep because I’m simply giggling into my pillow, brim full of love and happiness for the world, and all my gorgeous beautiful people I get to share it with.

Thank you parkrun, thank you volunteers who make it happen, thank you for the perfect mix of social, physical and mental reward that provides an intoxicating and addictive cocktail of endorphins, dopamine, oxytocin and seratonin.

As we stood in our high viz at the bridge today, cheering on the runners, I was saying to my marshal buddy that I’m sure the NHS must love parkrun, at which point my lovely doctor – who prescribed me anti- anxiety meds last year – came running round the corner in glorious green and black leggings, smiling and saying ‘thank you marshals!’ in an out breath, as she sailed off to the finish.

I flipping love it. I absolutely recommend it.

Thank you.

Day something or other: Dance!!

Oh my days. I did not realise that I have not danced for more than a year! We just had a staff zoom meeting, which was really positive. Because my love is fast asleep after his night shift, I have taken my meeting as quietly as possible in the living room, with headphones on. After the meeting, since it was so happy and productive, I found I was smiling. To keep that positive feeling while tackling the many tasks discussed, I thought I’d put a happy tune on to accompany my work.

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Day Ten: Gardening

Oh my days the happiness! I have tried not to spend silly money on any of my wellness investigations but this is one that deserves some pennies because it is such a fabulous investment.

A few weeks ago I was chatting to my good friend on the street, about how much I miss having a garden, and she said, ‘Oh my parents are looking for someone to look after an allotment in their garden.’

‘What? Really? I would LOVE to!’

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