In 7 days time I begin a cave class in Tulum, Mexico. I've never been in an overhead environment before, I always did whatever I could to avoid them so I wouldn't get lost and die, cut my life short, make a speculators dream of my recklessness, or what-have-you. But next week is the big day. I can't quite tell at this point if I'm nervous or anxious: will I like being in a cave? Will the exhileration catch me with wings and fly me away? Will I love it and get hopelessly addicted? Or will I just be there and do that, and that is that?
How did you feel before taking your cave class? What rush of emotions over powered you?
How did you feel before taking your cave class? What rush of emotions over powered you?