Have been thinking about them for a while, but thought I had decided that i was to old for it and that I should just let it go. Last night before I went to bed I think I changed my mind, think I need to do one.
That has been fucking with me all night and I have not slept well at all, now I cant eat. Then I saw Sammys switch tripe this morning and that sealed the deal, either I need to do one or quit jumping.
That's the bad part, the good part is that i am fully convinced that i can do it and I see one super clearly in my head, now all I need to do is think about this for a few weeks and them make sure to sack up and get one done in NZ! I do wish that NZ was tomorrow as I will have a constant butterfly (not a nice one, and evil "I cant eat" butterfly) in my stomach until i have tried it…)
That was that, the part I love to hate and hate to love about this sport, a constant urge for something more!
Will be back later today with some pics from MC and a few blog answers!