You know for the most part I'm pretty happy with my sense of adventure and where it takes me, but sometimes it just gets a little old to be told you're crazy.
Is it really so odd to stand in some cold wind if you get a chance to see a snowy owl--- from the Arctic?
(We did, btw)
On the other hand if everyone with me is complaining, is it selfish of me to try to make them go beyond their comfort zone- on a holiday? what about if they said this is what they wanted to do?
Has mountain biking taught me to tolerate pain so well, I can't even recognize it in others anymore? or I'm unsympathetic?