While shooting a sizzle reel this past weekend, one of the scenes required yours truly to zipline, which I had never done before. Being a virgin to this activity, I was more concerned with which color of cowboy boot to adorn (naturally), rather than mentally prepping for the hours of hanging by a harness from a rope.
Upon our arrival to the site, two zip instructors gussied my friend K-bell and I up in their finest attire.
While I had no trouble cruising into my adorable harness that made my already ample ass triple three sizes, I made myself vocal (one of my shining qualities) about messing up my ‘do when it came time to wearing the non-fabulous head ornament.
I was wondering if my instructor, Charlie wouldn’t have to wear a helmet because his hair created one for him.
When I’d gotten complaining out of my system (for the time being), we were ready to conquer this ziplining shit.
Then it was time to make the trek to our first destination, which was far enough away that I had to squint to see the platform. And of course I had something to say about it.
Once we arrived to the top of the shortest mountain in Tennessee, I was beyond ready to swing from the sky like Tarzan.
In case we needed to know how not to land, there was a handy diagram on our equipment.
Once I’d zipped 42 times (which therefore made me an expert on the sport) I had wise words of wisdom in how to accomplish a first attempt for my gal pal…
Upon us both conquering the bunny hill of zipping, it was time for different camera angles. And while Ian, my camera dude, was placing the camera just so, I’m pretty sure he was thinking that working with me was a dream come true as I talked at him…
When it came time to zip while wearing the lovely head apparatus, Charlie apparently thought I’d be able to hook myself up to the line all by my lonesome since I’d watched him do it for me 926 other times. It was then that I had to clue him in on my fingernail mantra, “Jewels, not tools.”
After zipping for four hours straight, not only were my thighs screaming due to overuse, my crotch was numb from being the sole bearer of my body weight.
Making it back down the hill and posing with our studly instructors, Forest and Charlie, I ripped my harness off faster than a dress hits the floor on prom night.
We made it.
We did it.
I made an ass out of myself and it’s captured on film.
But, I survived.
Wish I could say the same for my shit kickers…
Oh, and my crotch is still numb if you were wondering.
Ha, CBXB, what fun! I love ziplining, but you spoke the truth about the wear and tear on the crotch. 😀 Kickin boots girl!
Thanks Curvy Roads! Ziplining is a blast but I was sore for days! The fun was well worth the pain, however.
Oooh your poor girl it was heavy but zip lining have to be fun and I loved the natural helm of Charlie ! Hahaha……..when you said; I ribbed my harness off faster than a dress hits the floor on prom night 🙂 ! By the way, both of the booties are awesome !
Thanks Girl! Zipping is such a fun time – if you haven’t tried it, go do it! Great experience for sure.
I will, have a great evening 🙂 !