The last time I did something daring at a women’s retreat was 15 years ago when I scaled a climbing wall. I’m not a risk taker. I’m a fraidycat. So when I found out there was a zipline at the camp where I was speaking in California last weekend I didn’t even consider it. Several of my new friends asked me if I was going to try it. I said I wasn’t. I’m too old, too stiff, too tired, too busy…in other words scared spitless!
But what is it about scary things that attract us? I decided to walk up the mountain to where the zipline was, just to look. I was wearing sandals and when I got there was told I couldn’t ride with open-toed shoes. Whew! Saved by inappropriate footwear. Then a woman offered to loan me her shoes. And another woman, 10 years older than me, told me how much fun it was. Before I knew it, I was gussied up like a Thanksgiving turkey headed up to the tower where I would be hooked up and shoved off — well, not shoved but encouraged to leap.
It took me two tries before I could fling myself into outer space. But once I was airborne I felt like I was born to fly! Wowzers what a thrill! The ride was over way too soon. With lots of cheering from fellow zippers below, I came back to earth with a whole new attitude. What’s next? Bungee Jumping! I am SO kidding.