A is for Adventurous

By Courtney | 2 Rookie Marks »

A is for Adventurous

ad·ven·tur·ous [ad-ven-cher-uhs]
    –adjective
    1. inclined or willing to engage in adventures; enjoying adventures.
    2. full of risk; requiring courage; hazardous: an adventurous undertaking.

I am probably far too adventurous for my own good sometimes. I enjoy getting out into the world and trying new things. My being adventurous has taken me to the edge of life on several occasions (quite literally).

My parents used to say that God let me get diabetes because if I hadn’t gotten it I would’ve killed myself doing some crazy stunt or trying to get the most thrill out of an activity. Some days, I’ll agree with them, but must days, the diabetes doesn’t stop me (at least not anymore) from getting out there and doing some pretty crazy things.

A lot of the things I do, are for the thrill of it, the adrenaline rush. I got my diabetes in order so that I could go skydiving. I made 5 jumps, it was absolutely wonderful, you’re falling to earth at 130 mph (at least) and it would seem as though time has stopped while you’re up there in the sky free falling. It’s so wonderful up there (and it’s very addicting).

My adventures don’t have to be so “extreme” though. I love to mountain bike (this is very different from being on a mountain bike on the road), I love to jump across little gaps, or instead of rolling down an incline you speed at it as fast as you can pedal and you get some air before you begin your decent. I will never ever ever do Slick Rock in Moab, Utah again though. That practice loop just about killed me, that’s a little more than I can handle just yet, I’m not prepared to climb hills like that, they’re just insane.

I love hiking, I especially just love being outdoors, practically everything done outdoors is an adventure. I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up at the bottom of the Jemez Falls in Jemez, New Mexico. One moment I’m at the top, the next moment I’m in the pool at the bottom. All I remember is somewhere in between where I was going down on my back and thought, I need to roll over and grab a rock, I rolled over, but I wasn’t able to grab a rock. That was quite some ride. The pool at the bottom was nice though, the water wasn’t too cold, it was just right.

There’s so much I enjoy and yet so much more that I want to do.

2 years ago I got to go white water rafting for the first time, the class 3 rapids weren’t intense enough for me, I went down the Animas River in Durango, CO. I love water sports, being out on the water in a speed boat, a sea doo, water skiing, knee boarding, I love the water, I love diving boards, especially high diving boards.

I want to learn to kayak so that I can kayak around the coast of Maine, I can remember watching something on TV when I was little and these people were kayaking around the coast and seeing different sights, there were penguins out there, somewhere on an island near Maine. I want to go see/do that.

I’d love to go bungee jumping, it’s got to be just as invigorating as sky diving but in a different way.

I want to go to South Africa and take a boating trip out to where the great white sharks are and I want to get into the cage in the water with the sharks, I think that would be totally awesome.

I want to ride a bull, like, not a calm I’m gonna let you sit on me bull (like they ever do that), but a bucking bull. A real one too, a mechanical one doesn’t count.

I could probably write a list a mile long about all the “adventures” I want to have, but sometimes, it’s the smallest ones that mean the most to me. The fall drives through the mountains with all the changing colors, where the adventure is traversing across the river/rocks/boulders to get to the perfect spot to take a picture.

The bike rides that start on the bike trail but one small turn off into the trees will take me to the river where I can wade out to the little sandbars and just take in the beauty of being completely surrounded by nothing but nature, trees on both sides of the river banks the Rio Grande (the pathetic river that it is) flowing. The cranes out in the water fishing.

The camping trips with the family. (Especially the one when I was 12, we drove south to Lake Bonita and while fishing my brother who was a side caster said there were lots of fish in his little pool and so I go over to where he was and overcast, RIGHT INTO THE TREES! He laughed and dad had to come get my line out of the trees.)

Yes, I’m adventurous.

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