Oh yeah, I should mention that this tree’s trunk has too wide of a circumference for me to be just hanging on all willy nilly, so I’m holding onto the sleeves of my hooded sweatshirt which is wrapped around the tree to gap the coverage that my arms can’t provide. I’m really riding this thing if you can picture it.

So remember when I had mentioned that I was feeling embarassed? Well I hurriedly develop an idea thanks to that. With the wind at my back I quickly release myself from the tree and use my hoodie as a parachute by holding the ends of each of the sleeves I easily glide over to the safety of my destination platform. The sense of relief is overwhelming as my feet land square. An old high school acquaintance of mine named Andy Boulton has been watching and waiting for me here. He proudly tells me “you did it”, and bends down towards me (he’s a pretty tall dude) and wraps his long arms around me.

‘I guess I’m going to make it’ was my first thought as I was ejected from the above dream this morning.

I guess I’m going to make it.