The full-body flight suit I wore was blue, puffy, and unflattering. The helmet tightened over my head, the goggles beetling my eyes, and straps harnessing my chest, my crotch, my waist, my wrists.
No one said skydiving was going to be pretty. Actually, no one said it was going to be fun either. Awesome, thrilling, worth it . . . those were the…