{"id":440,"date":"2003-09-10T01:32:29","date_gmt":"2003-09-10T05:32:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/2003\/09\/10\/i-am-afraid\/"},"modified":"2003-09-10T01:32:29","modified_gmt":"2003-09-10T05:32:29","slug":"i-am-afraid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/2003\/09\/10\/i-am-afraid\/","title":{"rendered":"I am afraid."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Specifically, I am afraid of moving.  Of things that move.  <\/p>\n<p>Mostly it is just things that move too quickly.  Or might require that I get out of the way on short notice.  <\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t always been like this.  Or really ever been like this.  The physical world has never scared me.   As a kid, anyone could point me at a ramp and I&#8217;d run my bike off of it.  I was never really very good at it, but I loved skating and poured myself into it (and there is nothing like dropping into a 10 ft. half pipe to teach you about the importance of committment . . .).  In recent years I&#8217;ve picked up the pace of my mountain biking, become more adventurous with my  skiing, and had even planned to try skydiving this year.<\/p>\n<p>I was not afraid.   I thrilled to these things.  The physical risks and pleasures.   I &#8216;ve slammed into concrete walls and picked myself up and finished a ride.  I&#8217;ve gone head over heels off of a bridge and into a gulch, only to laugh about it the rest of the day.   Part of the fun was the risk.   The possibility that things just might go wrong.<\/p>\n<p>No more.<\/p>\n<p>I am now afraid even when I am just walking.  I worry that I cannot get out of the road quick enough.   I fear that I will stumble in a crowd of kids.   I am convinced that I cannot make it down a stairway without holding tight to the railing.   A life that had no physical fear is now full of it.<\/p>\n<p>This has to change.   Yesterday I finally found it within myself to get back on my mountain bike.  I pulled it out a week ago.  Cleaned and lubed it.  Pumped the tires.  Adjusted just right for service as a pavement bike.   Ready for me.   Ready to double the 3000 miles I put on it in the past few years (but not a single mile yet this year).   So I pulled it out onto the street and got on the bike.   <\/p>\n<p>And was terrified.  Just sitting there.   What if I have to stop short?  What if I need my right leg?  What if I push it too hard?<\/p>\n<p>Answers to these questions could only be learned by testing them.  So off I went.  And for 2.29 scary miles around the neighborhood, I learned no answers to those questions. <\/p>\n<p>But I did learn that it is possible to go 2.29 miles on a bike.<\/p>\n<p>I am still afraid.  Very.<\/p>\n<p>But maybe &#8211; just maybe &#8211; a little less so.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nDaily Mileage: 2.29<br \/>\n2003 Mileage: 2.29<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Specifically, I am afraid of moving. Of things that move. Mostly it is just things that move too quickly. Or might require that I get out of the way on short notice. I haven&#8217;t always been like this. Or really ever been like this. The physical world has never scared me. As a kid, anyone [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"activitypub_content_warning":"","activitypub_content_visibility":"","activitypub_max_image_attachments":4,"activitypub_interaction_policy_quote":"anyone","activitypub_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=440"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blacknell.net\/dynamic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}