I have managed to bruise my tailbone by jumping off a sand dune on the top of a mountain right outside of the Inkalink house. I now have two blackened purplish ovals about the size of my hand, outlining my butt crack…not pleasant.
Last Monday, our team decided we needed to get out of house and be adventurous. What better way to be adventurous than to climb a mountain outside of our neighboring team’s house? The closest thing I have ever done to legit rock climbing was a rock scramble on top of Skyline Drive in Virginia…nowhere close to actual rock climbing. Surprisingly, the climb up was easier compared to the mile of sand we had to trudge through to even get to the base of the mountain. It was really tough towards the top though. There were some parts of the mountain where I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach the rock above me and pull myself up. Fortunately, the guys were really supportive of my straggling behind. Finally, we all made it to the top. Glenn guessed the mountain was around 1,200ft high from the view. It was a little hazy and misty but beautiful. All you could see for miles was sand and a few mountains scattered across the town.
The whole point of climbing this mountain was not to look at the view at the top. The best part of this escapade was the fact that we could run and jump off the sand dunes that were located half way down the mountain. So, instead of climbing the entire way back down, we could literally just run down the side of the mountain. Of course, me being the clumsy person that I am, I should have known something bad would come from running on top of sand down the side of the mountain. But my adventurous, stupid side said I would be fine…you can guess which side won by the title of this blog…
The first sand dune we reached was the largest. Some of the guys had already done this before so they went first to show us how to do it. The trick to the jump was that you had to get enough of a running start to have enough air to clean a layer of rocks that were at the bottom of the dune. (It sounds a lot worse than it really was) This would have been easy for me, except for the fact that I got NO air when my foot my left the dune. It was more of a flop than a jump. I still would have been ok if I would have fell forward after my land, but that was not the case. My feet hit the ground…and then…my butt hit a rock. At first I though the sand was just really hard. But, then I went to stand up and fell down. I legit though I broke my butt. Apparently, I had jumped and landed right in front of the layer of rocks but my I fell backwards into the rocks and my butt broke my fall. I was told after the fact that a girl had actually broken her tailbone doing the exact same thing so I am thankful I only have two dark ovals to show for my lapse of judgment.
For the next couple days, I could hardly walk or sit without feeling pain or discomfort. But, I am happy to report my butt pretty much feels all better. I’m glad I have something to show for it though, although the bruises won’t be there forever. Maybe I’ll take a picture and keep it to myself. Anyway, it was completely worth it to sacrifice my butt for the experience of it all.
