the uphill battle

to ride downhill

No more!

Crashing.

Wipe outs.

Blow ups.

Flops.

Emergencies.

Or last minute bailing.

Risk hurt too much.

Worn down and burnt out, I’d given up my thrill seeking practice.

Today, I held on where I should have let go and let go where I should have held on. Timid and tight, I took my time.

Normally the downhills are about letting go as much as possible.

But lately, all I can see are the hazards. All I can remember are the crashes.

Letting go and letting it flow comes with the hope that you’ll either get through the scary part or survive the crash.

After a lot of crashes lately, though certain that I’ll survive, I’m less interested in the pain of falling.

Though I’d love to commit to the reality created by both gravity and my skill level, doubt and fear had me riding downhill more timidly than usual.

Instead, I committed to the equally terrifying climbs. Riding Fight Trail is a lot like spending the day doing push ups with Daniel Faalele standing on your back. The climbs are often as steep as the d…