Hey Everyone!

The last blog has come up in some conversations this week. 

The question being asked is, 

"How do you kill fear?"

So I thought Part 2 might be appropriate.

Fear sneaks in our lives from every angle. Fear whispers in our relationships. It controls us in our jobs. Fear attacks our self image. Our worth is threatened by the plague. It isn't something that only effects our training or riding. 

It is the easy way out to let fear define you. When fear defines you, you often become unnoticed, you don't make waves. Fear keeps you from saying things that people might question. Fear keeps you silent. Fear of pain cripples us into never succeeding, whether in our sport or any other area. Fear tells you to dismiss those dreams because they are too hard, or too much work. And fear tells you that you probably couldn't make them happen even if you tried. 

But on the other side of the canyon is success. Let yourself remember moments in your life that you've felt the relief, the bliss, the excitement of accomplishment. The moment you landed that trick. The moment you spoke up even when you were afraid. The moment you asked her, and she said yes. :) When the choosing is over and you went for it, and it worked, you know the feeling I'm talking about. Its awesome. It makes your insides happy. The sickness is gone and the joy takes over. 

There is a spot on the Arkansas river just north of where I live that is known as Jump Rock. The water is deep and the rocks back right up to the water's edge. The scene: me, in middle school, invited by a bunch of boys to find some adrenaline. (You can see where this story is going.) The rocks are different heights: 10 or 20 feet to start, and it goes up from there. The betting and trash talk started long before we actually hiked down to the water. But the promises came up empty when it came to actually crossing the river and jumping. I want to be the hero. I have to be the hero because I am the only one not trash talking, and, as usual, I'm the only girl. A few boys muster the guts to cross the river and throw themselves off the lower rocks. I'm proud of them for jumping. But the the higher rocks are still sitting untouched... And so, just as you guessed, over I crossed, up I went. Up and up. All was silent except the roar of the river. It was a 500 ft drop, in my mind at least... I was terrified. I looked down at all the tiny faces below, and something changed. I grinned. It might be my last moment, but it will be epic. I backed up and then ran until my feet found no more rock. 

Floating. Falling.



My eyes opened to green-blue and the shock of the Colorado water temperature. Am I living?? I came up to the surface and forgot the stinging of my feet that had hit the water flat. 


I climbed onto a warm rock and let myself soak in the warmth, and the victory. 

There is not much better than surviving and conquering. 

I wish I could hear all of your stories like this one.

That feeling is worth overcoming the fear. 

And so now I start to ask the question, how did I overcome the fear that day? I focused on the victory instead of the thing I was afraid of. I started thinking of how good the success would be. And it was good. 

If your focus changes from the fear to the victory, then you can kill your fear and live in the freedom that comes with it.

Fear is for cowards. I don't want to be a coward anymore. 

Psalm 118:6 The LORD is for me; I will not fear; What can man do to me? 


-Brooke Cortese