Thanks to twitter, I am on my way to LONDON! Chelsea to be exact, to visit the Matt Roberts Fitness Studio for a fitness test which is for the purposes of a newspaper article. More about that later..
For those that know me, I am not very good at flying , it terrifies the hell out of me and this is why I am writing this post even before I get to London. I don’t think I thought this one through guys. Not at all.
I’m currently on the Glasgow to Luton flight and my jaw is clenched, my stomach in knots and my mind thinking about the “what if’s” when faced with a possible near death experience. Yes, that’s right, NEAR DEATH! We were not made to fly people! If we were, we would have been fitted with wings at birth and I wouldn’t need to be In this contraption where all sorts of things can happen!
I used to like flying when I was younger, never had an issue with it but this is payback, Karma if you will. What I mean is that my mother is terrified of flying and when we would go together on flights when I was a young child, I would often at the sound of a noise tell her that it was due to part of the wing or wheel falling off and be delighted at the look of sheer terror on her face. So yes, it’s karma.
I’m finding myself examining each part of the wing, as I’m at a window seat right now, and already I’ve convinced myself that I see a crack. Now we seem to be heading in to a bit of turbulence, I think I may experience the whole “life flashing in front of ones eyes” moment. Why must the pilot tell me that if all goes tits up that we are cruising at 35 000 feet? I don’t need to know how far my metal coffin is going to fall! Jaysus!
I remember when I was studying counselling and my lecturer said “and next week we will discuss how to counsel people with irrational fears such as flying…” I was really looking forward to that class but right now don’t remember a thing.
I guess it comes down to control and the lack there of. Once those doors close, that’s it. Oh, and it doesn’t help that I seem to be sitting next to a guy who resembles a character from “six feet under”
So I guess, if this post makes it to my blog, then it must mean that I made it to London….. It’s just getting back that I will need to get through thereafter…. Train?