Being an athlete has taught me many things about life, myself and that outside is free after spending $10,000. It has also proven that my risk of an injury is high. When a person is launching themselves off jumps bigger than they can confidently handle, or leading climbs up to 70 + feet, risk of injury rises. However, that is part of the thrill of being involved in extreme sports. The racing of the heart, the adrenaline, the uncontrollable smile and the pride in oneself after conquering something that seemed out of reach, usually outweighs the risk of injury. However, when injury happens, the perspective of the world is convoluted with no self-worth. Daily life struggles seem to linger and the negative mental thoughts over power.
Over the summer, I got cocky. First words in a sentence that are usually followed with “I got injured”. I was hauling balls down Bootcamp at Trestle Bike Park in Winter Park, Colorado. Please take the phrase “hauling balls” with a grain of salt, as I was probably only going a little over 20 mph. I was not completely comfortable with hitting “big” jumps and was still learning the proper weight distribution while boosting off one. However I have the mentality to just hit it and learn the right way while in midair. This approach seemed to be working for the first few runs, but this particular run resulted in that being a really dumb idea.
It didn’t help that I had my fork and rear suspension partially locked out. It was in trail mode, not downhill descent mode. Those small errors result in big errors. That is not the sole reason that threw me off the trail and I actually gave myself some credit for riding half a day with the suspension set up like this. “Bro, I’m such a pro!”