Still, even though I'm not an adrenaline junkie, I have found myself in some interesting predicaments: upside down in brambles after flipping over the handlebars along a
ridge trail on my mountain bike, thankful I didn't do anything more than scrape my arms and bruise my right buttock; crawling on the wet sand after a rogue wave sucked all the water backward from the beach and pounded me straight down on a shore break; lying in the midst of a steep run,
skis splayed, having fallen after an ill - advised aerial maneuver, ribs first, onto the
center of a mogul, unable to ascertain whether air would ever return to my lungs.