First thing tomorrow morning I am jumping out of a perfectly good plane. Skydiving is something I always said I would do, but just never got around to doing. When one of my running buddies suggested getting a group out for a jump, I immediately agreed - and then I got scared. For two weeks, I tried not to think about it too much. Each time I did, my palms got all sweaty and I started to feel really nervous and scared. But now, I'm just excited. I'm really excited and totally pumped about the jump tomorrow morning.

It's not tandem, so I'll miss out on the freefall, but I have a feeling I'll do a freefall of my own at some point. But we'll see. I'll let you know how it goes. If you don't hear from me, you'll know it didn't go well...

And on THAT note, Happy Friday folks!