So, I’m afraid of heights. Nothing new. Lots of people are. So, when choosing a “Big Thing” to experience each month, lots of ideas tend to focus on conquering this fear. That’s why I chose ziplining in June and flying in a powered hang glider in July (during which I got as high as 4,060 feet, thank you very much).
September was ticking away though and I still hadn’t found a suitable “big thing” for the month. I happened to be in Japan on a business trip when I learned about SKYTREE TOWER. It’s the second highest structure in the world, the highest tower ever built at a height of 634 meters. People can go up to 451 meters high inside the tower (that’s METERS people). I immediately decided that I must do this. Then I immediately decided there was no freakin’ way I was going to do that.
I am really afraid of heights. Here’ some examples.
 Know why I’m smiling? Because we’re on our WAY DOWN! I wanted to puke the entire time I was in the air. But I couldn’t… had to save face in front of Mgazi. (183 meters) |
 This is me at the type of the Eiffel Tower. Drinking champagne in a vain attempt to quell my irrational fear of the entire tower tipping over right at that very moment. My smile is fake fake fake. (324 meters) |
 I was not afraid while in the powered hang glider. I don’t know why. (1238 meters) |
 This is me in Belize. At the top of a very tall tree. Why am I sitting down? Because I’m scared to death! (30 meters) |
 This is the rock at Waimea Bay. See me at the top? I’m frozen in fear. I wasn’t able to build up the nerve to jump. Had to take the walk of shame back down. (a zillion meters… or maybe less than 20) |
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After laying in bed in my mini bed in my mini hotel room in Japan having a mini conniption about going up in the very tall tower, I texted my husband. He reminded me that I’m post-Paris Kristine.
Damn.
I didn’t have a choice. I had to go to the top of the Skytree Tower.
Here it is, the one minute 42 second recap:
