I'm standing on the bridge. It is cold....dammm cold. The wind is whipping the normally calm water on the frosty, fridged half frozen pond.
I stood there facing the wind and setting sun....loving every minute of it.
It is hard to describe but it is the same feeling that I get when I'm on the bike wheezing away after climbing a long hill, gasping for air as I push my screaming thighs to their limit, finishing what I should not have started.
The same feeling that I get with sweat rolling down my face as I a swing the maul towards another piece of firewood in 90 degree August heat with an old Kinks song blasting thru my ear buds all the while knowing that the next swing could land me on the ground with my back in volcanic spasms.
I don't know what it is but I love all of those feeling...everyone of them are extreme....some are dangerous...some are painful .....but I love the feeling...