With every adventure of hitting the pavement, road, snow, water, or mud, there is for many an excitement that can lead to circumvented sound sleep the night before. The anticipation of enjoying an extreme adventure can keep one up for countless hours.
On the morning of the adventure, there is the slow release of adrenalin titrating into the body’s biochemical pathways that cancels the need for coffee. I can recall countless times where on a normal day I would need a double shot of espresso. Place the thought of being able to enjoy extreme sporting for the day without any worries, and you present an opportunity for my body to go into overdrive. I awake early without the need for caffeine. It is like awakening on a holiday as a child anticipating opening gifts. I think for many of us, we continue this life journey of extreme sports knowing the reward in part is the rush of energy through our mind, body and spirit.
As we begin to enter into the journey we adjust our breathing and heart rate accordingly. One begins to focus on the pathway to Nirvana. Time begins to be irrelevant. We do not focus on time but on the continued ride. Only at the end of the day do we realize the adventure is coming to an end. Etching memories of the day’s past leave a pattern of interest for which the addiction of extreme builds upon. We mold our spirits with continued experiences of extreme sports.