[5 days. 2 badass babes. One of us rode 10 miles before sunrise. The other embarked upon a 400 mile loop around central Idaho.] September 9, 2015
Sometimes you need to do something extreme (at least by your own standards) to feel a little hardcore – badass even. Everyone needs a reason to puff out their chest every once in a while (even if it’s alone in the dark). So when my friend, Lynne, said she was coming to Boise to bikepack around Idaho for some 400-odd miles, I thought Whoa. Then I thought, I’ll get up at 5 am and see you off at the start. Then I thought, Well since I’m up, I might as well go for a ride. 10 miles isn’t a lot, but boy was it dark. And early. And cold!
The great metaphor here is that I could’t see more than 5 feet in front of me on the trail. My anxiety over my impending surgery was increasing and this visit with Lynne was the last thing between me and the big knife. Concentrating on that 5 feet of light in the pitch dark was a thought-saver. I tried not to imagine what I couldn’t see. Before I almost turned around and went home, I thought In all probability NOTHING is going to get me. IT’S ALL IN YOUR HEAD. I plodded up the trail at my own comfortable pace and reached Crestline just as the sky lightened a bit. As I made my way around to the descent, I turned off my lights and relished the dawn. I came down the hill carried by a lightness that only comes from knowing you have faced your fears.
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