SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!?!???!!!!!
I slammed on the brakes and felt the back wheel begin to slide as my body braced for impact.
This was NOT good š
I was in Thailand, racing down the highway on an orange Kawasaki Z800, on my way back from Doi Inthanon, the highest mountain in Thailand.
Everything was goodā¦ until it wasnāt.
That seems to be the way with motorbikes.
Iām fine and everything is dandy as I drive 178x the speed limitā¦
ā¦and then some idiot in an Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser Wagon decides to turn onto the highway.
I mean, SERIOUSLY RIGHT!????
Can Thai Joe Dirt not see that this thin strip of flexible hot mix asphalt pavement is MINE?
Thankfully, that bike had ABS brakes, so instead of sliding into oncoming traffic while screaming like a banshee, or slamming into Thai Joe Dirtās Wagon’s PHAT ass, I lived to write an email about it.
15 seconds later, I felt the adrenaline. Heart racing and blood pumping, I let out a scream that had been caught in my throat.
Thatās not the only time I almost killed myself on a motorcycle.
There were other times too. Leaning too low on corners. Hitting an invisible pothole. Spying a hot babe strutting her way down the sidewalk.
But despite looking death in the face on the reg, I didnāt stop. Not for a long time.
In fact, I enjoyed it.
It made me feel alive.
The more danger, the more alive I felt.
Fast motorcycles did it. Sex, drugs and alcohol too. Waterfalls that I should never have been jumping off. Skydiving.
The rest of the time, I feltā¦ meh. Bored. Listless. Apathetic.
I lived my life in black and whiteā¦ except for those moments of danger and near-death.
I thought it was normal. That I was just an adrenaline junkie.
But now I know that it was absolutely not normal OR healthy. Now I know that I was just stuck in something called āfunctional freezeā.
This is a function of the autonomic nervous system (āANSā for short).
It works like this:
Shit happens. Then we feel bad. But since we donāt like feeling bad, we unconsciously shut the bad feelings out. We push them down, whether with alcohol, movies, food, porn or simply intention. Away. Out of sight and out of mind. We bury them so deep we forget we even have them.
But what we donāt realise at the time is that if we shut down our bad feelings, we also shut down our good feelings.
Thatās the thing with feelings. You either feel āem allā¦ or you feel none of them.
That was me.
Iād shut down and suppressed various feelings from the past because I didnāt want to feel them. As a result, I had to put myself in situations of extreme danger to feel anything at all. To feel alive.
Sadly, this is all too common.
And to make things worse, most people have no idea what it even is (or how to fix it).
They either think itās normal because theyāve felt like a sack of potatoes for so longā¦
ā¦or theyāve given up trying to fix it because itās just so god damn sticky and hard to shift.
BUTā¦
There. Is. Hope.
See, while I still ride motorbikes, I no longer push things to the limit like I used to. I donāt need to. I feel alive already. I donāt need extreme danger to make me feel more alive.
Itās all due to the tools and techniques inside Rageheart. Tools and techniques for breaking someone out of functional freeze and into health, vitality and full-blooded ALIVENESS (aka. UNLEASH THE BEAST INSIDE YOU).
If you want that for yourself, sign up to Rageheart before it closes at midnight TONIGHT.
Hereās the link to join:
āhttps://www.rageheart.co/app/ā
Doors close at midnight TONIGHT – so if youāre ready to bust yourself out of functional freeze, donāt delay. Smash that link and sign up today.
Already a member and feeling the beastly impulse (Rage 9)? Hit the āSign Inā link on that page and get raging.
Cheers,
John Wood