Sacred — dreaming of Outlaw Run. It was against our better judgment. It was against the better judgment of those wiser than us. We did not scream — just deep breaths and unchained adrenaline. We glanced as we could at the child next to us to confirm he had not flown skyward as we plunged and corkscrewed through reality. The child later confided he thought he would die and that it was well worth it
Wounded — twitchy for days afterward. Exertion brings pain and breathlessness. The thin veil between badass and dumbass has been punctured again. And predictably — there is a deep fear and longing for a rematch