I don't really pursue extreme sports, but I do like taking risks. In fact, I can show you a pretty impressive handful of scars as proof of deliciously fool-hardy stunts-gone-bad. But we all have our scars, don't we?
I like it. To a certain extent- within reason. I like pushing the boundaries from time to time; and scaring myself back into paying attention to life and the precious moments that pass. Sometimes, in the doldrums, in the routine- I forget to take advantage, to suck the marrow; and a good dose of adrenaline is what I need to wake up and engage.
Now, I can't do anything too risky- I mean, I am a mom. I got to get this kid to 18, at least, before I do anything really crazy. So, in the meantime, at around 9:30pm on a rainy stormy night you'll find me jumping on the trampoline in the backyard (providing my own music, since I don't want to ruin the iPod).
I thought next time maybe I should take my shampoo out with me- I do like to multi-task after all.