I acknowledge the absurdity of allowing five days to pass without taking the time to sit and write a blog post about Fener’s jump day.
I also acknowledge the absurdity of the picture below.
Nick made two skydives on Saturday. I was too pooped to go on the second one (bonafide adrenaline overdose), so Nick went with his buddy Carson. Karen filmed this jump as well, getting amazing footage and stills, and they both landed exclaiming that Nick still free flys better than them.
Pictured here with Fener and Carson is Bri, Nicks lead specialist at Project Walk. Her and her husband jumped for the first time earlier in the day, but Bri loved it so much she went for another tandem when Nick was doing his second jump.
Behind them is hanging the tarp our friends Candi and Jay made to lay in the landing area. GET BUSY LIVING!
I love love love this pre-jump photo of the Fener family.
If you look closely, I look like an amputee too.
Photo by Amanda Burgess
Saturday was HUGE! Like, Milky Way galaxy huge… at least in our little world.
Nick didn’t just jump once, he jumped twice. Two amazing freefalls, two soft, safe landings.
I have so much to say about Saturday, the hours leading up to it, and the hours spent recovering from it. But I’m still spent from this weekend and need a little more time to process before I can put these overwhelming feelings into words.
Don’t they say a picture is worth 1000 words? Well, here’s 3000, then.
Nick is jumping in the morning! I am so overly happy for him and he’s actually feeling rather mellow about it. He’s staring in the eye of his ultimate goal and I don’t think it’s even hit him yet. Tomorrow he will wake up and carry out a goal he has been working toward for 18 months! And he’ll wake up Sunday morning as a skydiver again.
Nick getting injured was an accident, but him returning to the sky so quickly is not. He has been busting his balls every single day to get strong enough to jump again. He has exercised paralyzed muscles into existence again, building muscle where once there was no movement at all.
To me, his recovery is spectacular, and his determination is a miracle. If anyone deserves the satisfaction of a job well done, of achieving a hard-earned goal, and of finding happiness again in the face of adversity, it’s Nick Fener. I’m so indescribably proud of him.
Nick decided to pack his own parachute for the jump tomorrow. The process was fairly easy and methodical for him. A sub-15-minute pack job for a guy with no feet is pretty good.
Three hours after turning the lights out to go to bed, Nick is finally asleep.
Of course, I’m left wide awake and frustrated.
He had an electrifying phantom pain attack that kept him twitching and rubbing his stumps together, so much so that it shook the whole bed.
In my frustration and delirium I’ve come up with the idea of shooting Novocain straight into his stumps when these attacks start. Where can I get my hands on some?
This phantom shit is getting pretty fucking ridiculous. And it’s never going to go away.