Blisters and Bungee Jumping

A few days ago I ran 7 1/2 miles. I’m training for a half marathon that’s happening in a few weeks, so 7 1/2 isn’t too awful much. I’m not sure what exactly happened but I ended up with humongous blisters on my insteps (I’m going to blame the fact that it was 85 degrees and there was sweat pooling in my shoes). No biggie, you know? I get blisters all the time. I sterilize a needle, pop the shit out of them, drain all of the liquid, put Neosporin on it, bandage it up and am good to go.

Well yeah, that worked great for my right foot. I can barely walk on my left though. It hurts so badly that I only slept an hour last night. It hurts so badly that when I had to go to the store earlier cuz I ran out of toilet paper I walked there barefoot, put shoes on for a painful five minutes, then walked back barefoot. This shit sucks yo. If it’s still bad on Tuesday I’ll make an appointment cuz I feel like that’ll mean it’s infected or something. 

In other news, I went bungee jumping today! We went to the tallest jumping tower in S Korea, I think they said it’s 64m high. There was an elevator up the tower and it took forever to reach the top. Every moment we spent in there made my stomach feel just a bit more sickly. When I finally arrived at the top I stepped out onto bridge. The bridge connects the elevator shaft to the jumping platform and it shook in the wind. It shook every time people 50 yards away used the catapult (a ball that you’re strapped into in a seated position that is literally catapulted into the air (don’t worry, it’s connected with straps.) (It was my least favourite part and I almost puked)). It shook every time I took a step. This bridge shook. 

There were about ten chairs on the bridge for those waiting to sit on and about 15 of us up there at any given time. You could see the person currently on the rope by looking down through the grates. If I hadn’t seen 10 or so people jump before me and gracefully flail through the air (you’d have to see it) I probably would not have done it.

They separated us by weight. Most of us were in the red and blue groups (medium and max weights. I was max. Good think we didn’t have any actual fat people with us I guess), but some were in yellow. These colours indicated what rope was attached to you when jumped, so they went through all of the red and blue first in order to not switch out the ropes until necessary. Because of this, I went about 5 turns before I was supposed to. They said, “who is the next blue?” and no one raised their hand. I thought it was a screw up. I thought some one else before me had to be blue. But nope, it was me. The person before me went all the way up to the platform and chickened out. We had a long chat about his fear of heights over a beer later, sounds like some deeply ingrained childhood trauma. He ended up wanting to go to the back of the line to try again and just not look down but they wouldn’t let him. They said that once you chicken out, that’s it. I think that’s ridiculous since we each paid 95,000₩ to be there. I understand that it’s a pain in the butt but we paid a bunch of money and he wanted to try again (He and one girl (my friend Wendy) were the only two of a bus full that decided not to jump. I’m glad it wasn’t more than the two of them). 

So I stood up, walked across the rest of the bridge and stood in front of the people who push you off of a 64m high platform. One strapped me onto the jump cord and a cushion type looking thing that attached to my ankles while the other spoke on the radio. Once the people on the other side of the radio gave the all clear, the gate was opened.

When I was sitting down we all yelled at everyone to “not look down”, and most people ignored us. I did not look down. If I had looked down I would not have jumped. There was a post on the platform that I held onto with one hand and I held the person’s hand with my other. He said “move forward, move forward, move fo-STOP!” and had me at the edge of the platform. When I was there he said “now let go and put your hands above your head” and I said “no”.
I looked back at this guy. This could have been the very last person I saw on this earth. One of the girls I was with hugged him and said “tell my Mama I love her”. THAT IS HOW SCARY THIS WAS. After a few seconds of looking at him, I looked straight out into the air. It’s really a beautiful view from that jump tower. There are mountains and a lake with boats. A pool underneath you if you care to look down (the pool had a big yellow target in the middle). I don’t know if he pushed me or not, but I did tell him “if you count down and I’m not jumping, push me”. So he said, “READY?” and I said “NO LET’S DO THIS” and he said “5!”. Everyone else on the bridge joined him for “4, 3, 2, 1 JUMP!” and I was heading towards the earth.

I think I passed out for a second.

Free-falling towards the earth was one of the most peaceful experiences I’ve ever had. Even when the cord jerked me back up (which was not as bad as I expected it to be) and I backflipped and saw the sky for a moment, it was just…wonderful.

Once you stop bouncing as much they lower you down to the pool where there’s a man in a rowboat who unhooks you and takes you to the base of the tower. This part was the worst for me because I was spinning in circles and it felt like the process took longer than my jump. I don’t do well going in circles. Not everyone went in circles. I’ll have to research how to not make that happen for next time.

If you ever get the chance to bungee jump, do it. I don’t care how afraid of heights you are – I’m petrified. The thing is that once you’re off that platform there is nothing in this world that can stop you from falling besides that cord. And the cord works. If the cord doesn’t work for whatever reason, you fall into the pool. There are only like 10 recorded deaths from bungee jumping since the first jump and most of them were people who did it themselves and measured their ropes wrong. It’s an amazing experience and over too soon.


3 thoughts on “Blisters and Bungee Jumping

  1. Humor_Me_Now says:

    i have had blisters, but there is zero chance this 80 year old man will ever make that kind of jump. lol

    • It’s completely worth the fear, I swear. Safety precautions are amazing and a thing at the professional places. Who cares how old you are, just do it! Unless you think you’ll die of a heart attack. Then don’t.

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