GI Joe was, then, screaming instructions on how to make a safe landing. I hadn't even thought about the landing! I had thought about head butting GI Joe causing him to pass out and me to control the parachute, peeing my pants mid air, passing out/throwing up mid air, my mouth being forced open by the rush of wind and locking my jaw eventually causing it to break. I had thought of every possible scenario BUT the landing. I bite my tongue when I say this but I wanted to stay in the air longer at the thought of the landing. While listening to his instructions and trying hard not to notice how quickly we were approaching the ground I pulled my feet up to let him do the, well whatever it was he was doing back there, to prevent me from face planting and getting tangled in the parachute mess. Going an average speed of 127 miles an hour and a maximum speed of 137 miles an hour, you can understand my fear for a "safe landing." To my delight we landed safely. HUGE fan of that!
I am so glad I went and though I was pretty scared for a lot of it, I would absolutely do it again. And Jeremy had one of the most memorable birthdays of his life.