It’s an amazing amount of entertainment, boating around up there. The wind rushing in my ears, my fingers cooling and my feet swinging. Last night, I looked down to find a doe and fawn and, for the first time up there, I heard the Wind Woman laugh at me.
I am just over thirty teeny flights now. Why I still get so nervous before takeoff that I could chuck all over the hill is a mystery to me.
Flight on the other hand, now that is increasingly fun. Even in traffic (and mind you, I have only been exposed to mild congestion at this point) is not that bad any more. I have stopped hyperventilating too. I still sing though.
Last night, I practiced letting go of the 'brakes' and turning just with my hips. Every time I let go my hands ache so much they scream. I am not very good at turning without holding the brakes but I think plain old practice will help.
In all honesty, my landings are ominous. I get too focused. I want to land like the 'cool' kids do. I think about it until my mouth hurts from my biting it and my tingling hands worsen my preoccupied distraction. This all equals a skidded ending with dust all over the place because I flared too late or too early.
OOO –just thinking about it my hands start to get cold and I have to stretch the little fingers. Hehehe….
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