You know that moment when you are standing on the edge of a cliff, and you are too scared to jump. The longer you wait the worse it gets. And finally, you muster enough confidence to jump, or someone convinces you, or you realize its safer than climbing down… and you jump. You hit the water and come up laughing, because it wasn’t even bad & you can’t wait to run up to the top and do it all over again.
A nice metaphor for last weekend. Smashed my face a few years ago on a rail, left a nice deep emotional scar, and maybe a broken nose. After the last 6 months of watching everyone else hit the hubbas, I finally sacked up joined the club. And I didn’t die! And I can’t wait to hit them some more!! Just want to remember that moment & thank my friends that helped push me off the edge.