Monday, June 18, 2012
Halfway through my first season kayaking I got a painful dose of reality about my abilities
The experience I had in 2010 was so traumatic - my first bad day on a river ever - that it was crazy how fearful I became. It took a month for me to really get my nerve back.
I did get my nerve back and went on to run more rivers that year.
I lost my second season to a snowboard injury.
I'm happy to report that this past weekend I returned to that river and ran it twice. There were a couple of combat rolls, but no swimming. And despite my disproportionate fear on the first run, I hit most of my lines and had a very good time, with good friends.
Here are some websites about where this took place:
I've run harder things since then. But THESE PARTICULAR rapids had kicked my butt and assumed a terrifying status in my memory that was far out of proportion for my current experience and abilities.
I'm so glad to have run them again, and established for myself that I now have the experience and abilities to run them. It's like exorcising a monster from out of my closet or under my bed.