Taking Risks

Though I have little sense of embarrassment and will happily be seen wearing fairy wings to work, or cartwheel and dance in public, I am pretty rubbish at taking risks. The closest I got to it yesterday was braving my weekly run shortly after having my Fake Bake treatment. I was quite scarily brown. My brother in law did well to contain his laughter, but my sister didn't even try and has taken some very lovely pictures of my tan. Think Ross in that epidode of Friends where he gets a tan...or in fact the one where his teeth are flourescent. That was me yesterday.
From yesterday I have learnt two things;
1 Do not show anyone the tan on day 1.
2 Do not go running- you will cause patches. :(
My sister thought it was hilarious when I sent her out last night to buy me more fake tan to rectify the patches. As if I was not brown enough. Even the dog was not quite sure who I was. My mother says I am well on my way to Katie Price. Excellent. Definitely the impression I want to give my new boss. 
But it was on my way to get the tan that I thought about how rubbish I am at taking risks. Everything scares me- heights, fast cars, wild water, - anything that's a bit dangerous. I thought about it because I timed my arrival at the traffic lights just wrong. I was first in the line as the traffic came through from the other side at some speed. As cars and then an enormous HGV came towards me head on (at speed) it was mildly scary but also made me think that I never do anything that gets my andrenalin pumping. I have mentioned before how useless I am at Alton Towers etc.
Anyway so now I'm thinking I ought to try something a little scary and really put some fun into my life. I continue to make changes but I'm not doing so well on the whole fun side.
I told my sister at 'Running Club' (my brother in law insists on calling it this which sort of implies fun- I assure you there is none) that I wanted to try something a little scary activity wise.
"What like base-jumping?"
"Yeah!" I said - having a vague idea about what it is (turns out base jumping is ridiculously terrifying and involves throwing yourself off tall buildings and other very tall things with a parachute- and it is often illegal)
But maybe I do need to try it. Or a parachute jump, or Rally driving or something. So I'm going to have a look at that. I have been putting too much pressure on myself to do too many things and move on in my life whilst forgetting to have enough fun. It can't all be career and doing things for others. I have few ties - I ought to take advantage of that and stop buying cupcake and muffin recipe books. Extreme baking is not the way forward.