We are people
in otherwise responsible positions with predictable lives in which we are used
to guiding events to our will, who now repeatedly subject ourselves to the
elements, forces of nature and hard realities of riding at the edge of the
envelope of our abilities, physical powers and endurance in a chaotic and not
really predictable or controllable situation together. There is a reason.
You have found that reason.
We can talk all about the activism of the experience: our
ancestors for thousands of years derived their existence from "the
hunt", in which they exposed themselves to the rigors and dangers of the
natural and unknown and unpredictable world.
We can talk about worship: the sheer beauty of the
natural world in which nature speaks to us in the universal language of sun and
sky and wind and waterfall, and touches our soul.
We can talk about the physical challenges our bodies were
made to meet and are missing in our daily lives. The opportunity to push
oneself beyond ones known powers and skills, and the cleansing simplicity of
maximum effort.
We can talk about energy expenditure: feeling the recoil
of our hearts pounding at 180 pumping 20 quarts a minute through our dilated
capillaries, our lungs taking in 20 gallons of frosty air and expelling 20
gallons of vapor a minute, steam rising from our beaded sweaty naked legs into
the frosty air.
We can talk about the simplicity of a single task in our
otherwise complicated lives.
We can talk about bonding: in this age, which abounds in
lack of trust and honor, we rest comfortable and sure in the knowledge that no
matter what happens to any one person or piece of equipment, we will get
through this together and come out together and share whatever knowledge and
skill and material we have to do it, and solve problems together, like a tire
and duct tape splint for a dislocated thumb.
We can talk about fear: and meeting it in a direct and
simple fashion when the rest of our life has indirect and amorphous not really
confrontable fears.
We can talk about focus: On the downhill, the absolute
necessity to eliminate distractions, mental diversions and lack of focus in
which we normally live our daily lives and focus entirely on what we are doing.
We can talk about spilling blood and its cleansing effect
of washing us free of the fear of our mortality and of death that makes us hide
from life.
We can talk about transcendental experience: The inner
calm that comes when we have our weight back and loose on the screaming
downhill and the bike is everywhere in front of and below us, our eyes and
muscles communicating and adjusting faster than we can think, adapting to the
events that come faster than any conscious mind can respond, and yet we are
floating loose and still and free and calm in the midst of chaos - totally free
as we cannot remember ever being free.
It is moments like these that make up the very substance
of life itself.
But when you talk about this your friends will look at
you a little funny. They will not understand. They will try to dismiss these
experiences, which can not be surrounded by words, which do not fit words, and which
can not be understood through words.
But nothing we can say can compare to the doing of it.
You just have to do it! Tell them that!
Robert
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