Learning to jump has been one of the most challenging experiences mentally that I've had as a mountain biker. There is something about the idea of actually having to clear an obstacle in the air rather than just dropping from up high onto the ground below that throws me into a little bit of a panic. It's one of the things my body has to work hardest at to convince my brain to let me do. But oh my... does it ever feel good. I think the sound of the wheels free spinning is my favorite, and that brief moment of "holy shit what have I done" as I reach the edge of the lip.
This weekend I managed to convince myself to try a jump that has been staring me down, daring me to hit it for about a month now... 1st try, bit of a failure, 2nd try, got it... One gap jump at a time, I am conquering my fear of flying.
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