Droppin In

So I just assumed the fear would overtake me. Simple, just force the body to do what you want. My mind is stronger than my body. Just kill off any doubt and move. First arm, then leg. I can do this. I am not owned by my fear.

"Alright, two minutes man."

Fuck. O.K. Turn and face the other way and get hooked up. I can't see Anna anymore. Kneeling down staring at the floor.

Click

Click

Click

"You feeling ready?"

"Yah" The nausea is still there. Palpable. Just like when I was a kid. Haven't felt it like this since I was 10. Motion sickness is NOT like a hangover. Calm the breathing. Focus.

"45 seconds" Then it starts. That rush man. The door flies open.

"Feel the wind" I stick my hand out, then my head.

WHAM it hits me. Yah thats the shit. Now I feel the buzz surge through me. Its right before the ref shouts fight at a match. It is leaned over pulling a corner at the perfect RPM. Its that big bass kick from your favorite DJs set.

No fear. Just raw adrenaline, eyes wide as saucers, muscles clenched.

Anna said I yelled as I jumped out the door. Totally wild and primal.

I don't remember yelling.