Paying the toll.

I love the outdoors. And participating in extreme sports enhances my experience through immersion. I have spent a good chunk of my life surfing, snowboarding, mountain biking, hiking, and camping - in various combinations.

Next to actually being out there doing what I love, I enjoy vicarious participation while watching others hone their own skills, or demonstrate mastery in a discipline.

I’m always astounded at the level of skill, precision, confidence, and sheer courage of those at the top of the game.

For me, the better I get at these activities, the greater my enjoyment. And watching these athletes inspire and push me to excel in my own capacity.

But many times, the toll must be paid on the road to excellence.

This is true for all who desire to realize their full potential in any endeavor. There’s always a price to pay. It always comes at a cost.

This is what consumes my mind this morning as I can’t help but contemplate a pair of horrific accidents I watched take place during a livestreamed event yesterday. Two elite athletes nearly lost their lives in competition.

It’s inevitable that one places themselves in their shoes in these situations. That brings questions to mind.

When is it too extreme?
Where is that line that should not be crossed?
How does one satisfactorily go through the risk/reward proposition?

The answers can only be known on the other side of the decision.

That is when heroes and legends are made.
Or tragic tales are born.

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