Yet I did do that again. And again.
Now I'm licensed and have 48 jumps. I still can't believe it.
Of course, there's room for improvement.
I'm still doing Jerry Lewis slob exits. Yeah, yeah, I know, present to the wind, arch, dive toward the wing tips and so on. It seems there's a gap between what I intellectually know what to do and what I actually do.
I get stable once I'm out, but guess who backslides? Guess who has her legs too far appart? Guess who knows better than to do all of this... ...but does it anyway? Maddening!
I'm trying to be a good duck- tunnel training, coaching events, diving with others. I'm getting better, but guess who isn't the fastest learner at the DZ?
In other news, this happened a few weeks ago:
On another jump, the winds got cute.
Okay, the plane wasn't around, but runways are like subway tracks:
You stay the #^&$ off them.
I somehow got away from the runway and landed.
There's a lot of people with twenty something jumps who are much better than I am. They exit, fly and land nicely. It's embarrassing.
Then again, I've always been slow to learn anything physical. What I do and what I think I'm doing aren't always correct, and it takes me awhile to fine tune. If I want to get better, I'll have to stop whining and get to work.