The moment before the belly flop is one of the best moments ever. You’re not at the beginning and your not at the end… and you have a split second of weightlessness… you’re flying…not thinking about the giant pool of liquid underneath you that is rapidly approaching the softest, most tender part of your body. The liquid is liquid, right? It’ll envelope you into its cool, welcoming arms and break your fall. For that moment, you don’t think about the liquid feeling like concrete when your free fall ends, you don’t think about that you have chosen to do this, you have chosen to take the leap.
I love that moment.
