by Richard L. Weaver II, Ph.D.
When the bus
driver unloaded our bicycles in a parking lot at the very top of the
mountain just outside Vale, Colorado, I could feel the rush. I felt
addicted to excitement, to the adrenaline rush, to the danger inevitably
and invariably involved. At that point, we were on our own, and
although I was with a friend, we had no intention of going down the
mountain together (we never discussed it). The trail was narrow, steep,
with numerous curves, other riders traveling in the same direction,
and, for me, totally unpredictable. The adrenaline rush of the ride was
there for the taking, and I reached out, seized it, took hold of it,
and rode it with all the speed my body could deliver. It was a
highlight of my life, and the memory is clear, vivid, and energizing to
this day. (Thank goodness I didn’t crash!)
It was a double,
open cockpit, biplane on a remote, unused runway, surrounded by dense
forest, just outside of Dacca, East Pakistan (now Bangladesh). I had
studied the instruction material, completed the hours of practice, and
it was time (my instructor told me) to fly the plane solo. There was no
wind, the sky was blue, and although it was hot and humid, the air
provided a natural air conditioning that was invigorating. The idling
engine started the rush, but when the wheels left the runway, and I
continued to edge the nose up, I felt the full rush. I was on my own,
and I was more than just thrilled, I was electrified.
I left the
salesroom with a brand new Italian Lambretta motor scooter, and just
feeling the power I was sitting on was nearly sufficient, but when I
turned up the accelerator with my right hand, and slowly let out the
clutch with my left hand and felt the surge, it fired my enthusiasm, and
the adrenaline rush was almost incomprehensible. It wasn’t just the
power of the motor scooter itself but the control I had over this
instrument. I had to take the scooter outside the city limits on a
paved, rural, country road to test its power and exert my control.
There was no doubt about the power, the control, and the rush.
I had just gotten
off the ski lift at one of the ski resorts outside of Vale, Colorado,
and I looked down the mountain I was about to ski. Not having skied
much in my life, the excitement shook my whole body, but before spending
any time appreciating the thrill, I was off down the mountain. No, it
wasn’t a black diamond nor was it a ski trail. This was skiing as fast
as you wanted to make it. I controlled my speed — knowing that if I was
going to fall, a slower speed would better protect my life! — but, at
the bottom of the hill I noticed I was very near the lift that would
take me back to the top. The adrenaline rush was such that I skied that
same hill at least a half-dozen more times.
I experienced
nearly the same level of thrill riding the roller coasters at Cedar
Point Amusement Park. For me, the roller coasters were the only rides
that offered the adrenaline rush I needed. I tried the Demon Drop one
time. That so turned my stomach (upside down!), that I could not handle
it. It took me at least an hour and maybe more just to recover from
one 2-minute (or less!) experience. But the roller coasters, no matter
how many times I rode them (I especially enjoyed the duel coasters of
the Gemini ride) delivered a sufficient rush that I would finish and get
in line again immediately.
White-water
rafting on the New River in West Virginia provided a charge. I
remember, especially, the “Z” where the white water was at its peak, and
the raft banged off the rocks at the sides of the gorge. That
experience reminded me of tubing in Zion National park. In one
particular area of the river that ran through our campground, the
tightness of the opening to get down the river and the speed of the
water combined to make the ride the exhilarating effort it was. At the
bottom of this rapids area, I would take the rubber tube to the side of
the river, quickly disengage myself, and walk rapidly back up the trail
along the river to do it all again.
There has been
yet another area where an adrenaline rush occurred and that is dancing.
My sister taught me how to rock-‘n-roll, and we would do it for
audiences at the main hotel in downtown Karachi, West Pakistan, and in
Dacca, East Pakistan, as well. Dancing rock-‘n-roll is how my wife and I
got to know each other. We do it on every cruise we take, at my son’s
annual Barn Jam, at every New Year’s Eve dance, and at parties and
wedding receptions. It has been a regular, satisfying, and even
gratifying rush.
Now you see the
pattern. Whenever there has been an opportunity, the proper set of
circumstances, an option, or opening, I would jump in with both feet —
even if it meant floundering a bit — accept whatever risk necessary, and
seize the moment. It was that willingness to leap, that inclination to
pounce that produced the adrenaline rush. Often, I didn’t even know
what the driving force was! In retrospect, it was pure adrenaline!
It was these
experiences — along with a number of others, to be sure — that led me to
make one of the most adrenaline-laden decisions of my life. I’m not
totally sure why I applied for the job as basic speech-communication
course director (actually, I know exactly why!), but when I discovered
that I would be lecturing to 1,000+ students each week for 15 weeks in a
row, I felt a rush. But that rush was nothing when compared with the
rush I experienced every time I walked into the lecture hall and
prepared myself both physically and psychologically to give a 50-minute
lecture. To hold the attention of 300+ freshmen and sophomore
university students (no venue on campus was large enough to hold all
1,000 students) for 50 uninterrupted minutes was one of the biggest
challenges, responsibilities, and power-trips of my professional life.
When you realize
that having to give a public speech is one of the most fearful,
adrenaline producing activities that humans engage in, just imagine
doing it five times a week for 22 years! It is true that I asked for
it, but asking for it does not mean that the fear doesn’t or won’t exist
— or even that it will eventually go away. It was as if I chose a job
where I could ride a bicycle at top speed down a small mountain pathway,
fly a small open-cockpit biplane solo, or drive a powerful, luxury
Italian motor scooter at top speed every week for over twenty years.
The rush was unimaginable to this day!
There are, of
course, many ways to get a similar adrenaline rush, but for me these
have been some of the most impressive. Hey, when you know how to get
it, enjoy getting it, then who needs drugs or alcohol? I’m not an
addict, I have never been one, and I don’t intend to become one, but the
adrenaline rush provides a great natural high that is truly fulfilling.
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At wikiHow,
in the essay, “How to Get an Adrenaline Rush,” Sharon, Derrick Hensley,
Carolyn Barratt, Teresa, and many others, offer six methods. As part
of their first paragraph, they write, “Nothing can beat the thrill and
excitement experienced when faced with highly stressful and dangerous
situations and adrenaline is what causes the excitement.Adrenaline,also
termed as the fight or flight hormone, is responsible for the elevated
heart rate,dilated blood vessels and increased glucose levels,its that
which gives us the temporary feeling of being high.”
At Health QA,
the article is titled, “Is an adrenaline rush good?” The most
important finding at this web site is this: “Researchers at Texas
A&M University found that adventure sports such as rock climbing and
white-water canoeing call up more cortisol and epinephrine -- more
commonly known as adrenaline -- than public speaking, the acknowledged
champion of redline stress reactions. And in this case, that's a good
thing. That's because activities that are physically and mentally
stressful help your body react better to stress in everyday life -- if
they meet three qualifications:They're dangerous, involving the risk of
death.They're unpredictable, requiring your brain to adjust to changing
conditions.And they're social, increasing the pressure to perform well,
whether it's for teammates or spectators.”
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Copyright September, 2012, by And Then Some Publishing, L.L.C.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
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It is amazing how many places I can find that "adrenaline rush." Be it a new job, a new activity, even a new friendship (especially with someone who disagrees with me) - they all can provide that feeling of walking on a wire far above where we ever dreamed we could go!
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