02 August 2013 @ 12:50 am
I survived!  
I have this unfortunate tendency to pick things that I really don't want to do because I am scared of them and then do them.

So. I'm scared of heights, and today, Crocky and I went to this forest adventure park.

There's a video about it on Youtube, hope it shows up:


But I survived! My glasses didn't.


There are five difficulty levels, two mandatory training sections that you have to go through, then another training one for the "adventure" ones, and some for very experienced climbers.


Those platforms are between every task to allow people to get some rest.


In my favourite part you just zip from platform to platform like this lady.

Unfortunately, what they don't teach you in the orientation segment is how not to knock your own head with your hands while doing so. Of course this didn't happen in the kiddie section three feet above the ground.

Well, it did happen in the kiddie section, but it happened on the 20m zip-line across a lake. So parts of my glasses' frame are lost and can be glued back on no more. Because of some emergency contact lenses I could still enjoy some more time there, which was much improved by my inability to see much of the ground, but I won't enjoy having to buy new glasses in the month when another major expense is due.


It's a pretty forest otherwise, and if you are not into climbing much you can follow along and cheer on your loved ones from the safety of the ground.

And yes, this is as close as you can get to my boggart, by the way. I hate heights that are still so close to the ground that I can graphically imagine falling and breaking my neck or bones. But I made it.


As I've mentioned before, I'm fat, or rather, merely chubby now, maybe, and not much of a sports person. Now, many fat and chubby people I know are actually pretty strong, and even though it really is straining if you are more or less completely un-buff (like me) you're always held by the security harness and in the entire forest adventure park there were few places in which you have to swing across places or otherwise hold your own body weight (which I can't do for longer than five seconds, I have to admit), so it's potentially fun for everybody, I think.

Although I still feel oddly exposed when I amble across net bridges or zip-line across to places, and somewhere in the back of my mind I'm still thinking that I must look a bit like a giant ham in a net. We saw a chubby girl of about twelve being rescued by an instructor. She didn't seem alarmed, she had just slipped on a particularly tricky stretch of the training section and was now sitting on a dangling wooden beam without any means of getting away from there.

Their exchange went like this:

Instructor: "Hi, here I am already. Are you scared?"
Girl: "No, I'm fine."
Instructor: "Good! Just hanging around, ey? Just let me get you a bit closer."
Girl. "Careful, I'm very heavy."

It annoyed me that it is so important to instantly apologise for your weight if you are chubby and a girl or woman, even if you are only twelve, even if you are dangling 5m above the ground. There is a theme, though. I've seen plenty of chubby men brave the ropes (and some need help, too), but most of their female counterparts stayed on the ground, and I find it unlikely that that many women are just not into zip-lining across lakes or are pregnant or sick.

I know that a few kilos ago, I would have opted out simply because the mere thought of anyone asking whether I was over the weight limit of 120kg (even though I was always far from it) was too much. The thought of causing inconvenience by having to be rescued while fat was too much. The thought of my big body bumbling through the ropes course was too much. So I never would have done that.

I'm jealous of the fatter men we saw who seem utterly unencumbered by thoughts like these and just go for it. But then, their situation must be different. I doubt that they are taught quite as much as we are to apologise for their body and also apologise for their size first and foremost.
 
 
Current Location: Germany, Bremen
Current Mood: exhausted
 
 
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[identity profile] cranky--crocus.livejournal.com on August 2nd, 2013 06:39 pm (UTC)
That all looks like wicked amounts of fun! I want to do it all!

Congratulations for tackling your boggart and surviving! I'm sorry to hear that your glasses did not. =/

I doubt that they are taught quite as much as we are to apologise for their body and also apologise for their size first and foremost.
So true. I have nothing intelligence to say to your post. Just that I appreciate the thoughts, however sad (and true).
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Mothwing: A'Tuin[identity profile] mothwing.livejournal.com on August 3rd, 2013 07:41 am (UTC)
It really is fun, though you ache all over afterwards, too.

The glasses-thing is really annoying, but less than it might have been because I've already got my prescription for new ones and wanted to make the change to contacts, anyway, and those'll arrive on Tuesday, but this weekend is not going to be much fun.
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[identity profile] minervas-eule.livejournal.com on August 2nd, 2013 07:45 pm (UTC)
I want to do such a course sooo much - almost top of my list of "to do"-things! But for you to do it, being afraid of highs - I am very, very impressed!
Sadly, yes, glasses and any kind of sports spell trouble... :-( (one reason why I switched to contacts when I was 16 and stayed with them forever more ;-) )
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Mothwing: A'Tuin[identity profile] mothwing.livejournal.com on August 3rd, 2013 07:48 am (UTC)
There's probably one in your area, too, they do seem to exist all over Germany. :D And it's a lot of fun, and safe! You get quite used to the height after a while, too.

I wouldn't know how to make that boggart funny, but it does get better. The worst thing was one particular part on which you hold on to two lifelines at waist height and balance over a tightrope 2.5m or so above the ground. Not that high, even but still my personal nightmare. But after I was through with that, everything else got easier. Since it's in the first training parcours (for ages 6 and up) it got a lot better after that.

Heh, true, that's also the first thing the optician told me - that glasses and any kinds of sports don't mix. Well. Never had a problem with that so far, but then, I'm not really a huge sports buff.
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