But their gaze is already spoken for. In the southwest corner, a black ramp over the side, a pirate’s plank into a yawning abyss. What the fuck was I thinking? JT wants to know. And that’s when the adrenaline hits him. Hits all of them. A pulse-pounding wash, the thrill ride before the thrill ride. None care too much for this feeling. In fact, despite the frequency with which many dismiss these athletes as “adrenaline junkies,” the term is actually one of the greatest misnomers in sport. Of the hundreds of athletes interviewed for this book, very few enjoy this rush.
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