They say base jumping is the hardest drug there is, and I think I am starting to understand why. Quitting was not a tough decision for me, but finding back to those strong feelings I had when I jumped is hard. I miss the adrenaline and the butterflies in my stomach. I miss the mountains and I miss pushing myself to this limit. I miss being in a place where I though ‘How on earth did I put myself in this position?’
When giving birth I had more adrenaline and emotions running through me than I could ever dream about having base jumping, but you cannot give birth all the time, and it is F****NG painful too, twice was enough. So, back to reality, what do you do after base jumping? Recently I met a couple here in Norway who stopped base jumping when they had kids, and they struggle with the same thing. Maybe it’s a good thing that kids are so time consuming that every time you get frustrated because you want some of that extreme feeling you get pulled back to reality before you realize it. And it will go on like this for at least 20 more years, and by the time the kids move out I guess I will have gotten used to living a life which is less extreme. Because I will not take up base jumping, I don’t want to take the risk.
I tried riding a motorbike, snowboarding, and flying in the wind tunnel and they all are fun activities which I like to have in my life in order to balance it, BUT it cannot beat base jumping. There is a void, and I do not think I will be able to fill it, and I do think I just have to accept that.