Last night I went to bed around one, thinking to myself "I have the day off tomorrow, and don't want to waste it by sleeping in". So I hoped for good weather, loosened the trucks on my long board, and feel fast asleep. I woke up at 8:30, practiced some yoga, strapped my camera around my neck, and ventured towards hobble creek canyon.
I walked outside to find it was freezing out (even though the sun was shining). I decided to go non the less. I walked/longbaorded to the mouth of the canyon from mapleton. It was a calm and quiet morning in mapleton. listening to the sounds of my wheels on the pavement, birds chirping, jackhammers destroying some road nearby, my mind started to wander. Thought of the future came to mind. I have so many choices for what lays ahead for me (which sometimes can be very overwhelming).
I found myself at a turn I had always wanted to take on my board just off to the side of the canyon. I started carving, feeling the coldest breeze on my skin (very worth it though). at the end I found myself at another hill, this one even better. So I walked to the top (a little sketched out about how steep it was, and the hair pin corner at the end). I started down the hill. It was amazing, and I was in heaven for a few seconds. I saw at the end there was a fork in the road, one side led to another big hill (but was a very tight corner, which I felt confident I could take). the other fork kept going straight on to the canyon with no more hills. With the fork closing in fast, I made my decision. I chose the straight path that lead to the canyon, despite the side of me that wanted to bomb that one last hill. When I cane to the turn I saw that if I had taken the other way, I would have hit a very large patch of loose gravel (which would have thrown me off my board at the speeds I was going).
Rather then listening to my thrill seeking wild side, I (for one of the first times) listened to my heart. Life lesions learned on a long board.
The rest of my adventure was amazing. I meditated at the top of the canyon for about a half an hour. I felt calm, and in control. I faced a fear of hitting the biggest hill in the canyon that forces you to cross the road at the end (and had so much fun I bombed it twice).
this morning was a much needed morning to alter my thoughts.
brilliant.
ReplyDeletei especially love the labels "bomb hills", "ctr" and "loose gravel"
i loveyou, al.
Darling, this is glorious, and not in an Inglourious Basterds kind of way. More in an "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac kind of way. Have you ever that? If not, I highly recommend. You can feel so much in his writing. The bumps on the road. The loose gravel, per se. Thank you for following me, the favor is returned.
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