I
undertook the challenge of an adventure course that included climbing rope
ladders and cargo nets; transversing suspended vertical logs and wobbly
footbridges hung high in the air; maneuvering along climbing walls; and
propelling across zip lines.
The
park where this challenge occurred has four courses which get progressively
more difficult and higher in elevation.
We were told in the training video that the experience was designed to be
challenging and it was not expected that everyone would finish all four of the
courses.
After
completing the first two courses and doing the final zip line which runs the
length of their sizable property—the Triumph Zip—I found their advice to be
true. I was tired. But I thought I probably had the strength and
energy for one more course. “Let’s go!” I told myself. “Make the experience worthwhile!”
So, I
skipped the third course and went to the fourth course. That makes sense, right?
(Don’t
laugh at me and shake your head. That was
a rhetorical question.)
Approximately
half way through the fourth course—high up in the trees with nowhere to go but
forward to the conclusion of the course—I asked myself, “What was I
thinking? What have I gotten myself
into? Why didn’t I just stop after two
courses since I knew I was tired?”
Answering
those questions required energy, however, so I put the thoughts aside and moved
on.
As I
was crossing a line—imagine a high wire only there are mountain climbing
carabiners attached to cables to prevent falling to your death—I came to a
point where a large hoop must be climbed through on the high wire. (That’s right, a large hoop on the high wire. It’s supposed to be challenging, remember?) When I lifted and extended my leg to an
unnatural position in order to crawl through the hoop the muscles in my thigh
began to cramp. I was still on the high
wire when this happened and I probably had a third of the course yet to
complete.
Oddly
enough, my response to this unfortunate position was to begin laughing and in
fact I was laughing to the point that I almost lost my footing on the high
wire. Although a good laugh is fun and
amusing—and really nice when you’re sitting comfortably in a chair—it is not at
all helpful when you are 45 feet in the air on a high wire. If I would have lost my footing I would not
have fallen to the ground because of the carabiners. However, I’m not sure I would have been able
to pull myself back up to the high wire because the nature of the challenges on
the course are such that the upper body muscles become very fatigued. Did I mention that I was tired?
So, if
I would have lost my footing while I was laughing with my cramped thigh on the
high wire it’s possible that I would have had to call out, “Guide! Guide!
Guide!” as per the safety instructions.
Then the guides would have climbed to my position and rescued me. I had not seen anyone who needed to be
rescued the entire time I was at the park. I did not want to be the one who required this
embarrassing assistance.
In the
training video they said there was no shame in needing to be rescued and, in
fact, it could even be a fun part of the day’s adventure. But that’s not how I wanted to have fun.
Fortunately
I made it to the end of the high wire and was able to continue on and complete
the fourth course.
Half an
hour later I was safely carried home on a stretcher by several girl scouts who
were working on some type of merit badges.
(I should note that this is not an embarrassing form of assistance,
however.)
2 comments:
Pastor Dan, you never cease to amaze me. You sure like to "live on the edge" don't you? Please be careful, we all want you to come home in one piece.
Have fun,
Nancy Moore
Thank you, Nancy. It's much safer than it looks. But thank you for your love and concern. As you can tell, I survived.
See you soon!
Love and blessings,
Dan
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