Human & Glider
Human
Hey Glider, ever wondered if the rush you chase might be the same thing that keeps you alive or breaks you?
Glider
Yeah, it’s the edge that keeps me moving, but if I let it take over, it can wipe me out. I just keep my eyes on the next jump.
Human
I get it, chasing that next thrill feels like holding a fire in your palm – it keeps you alive, but you know one wrong spark could burn everything. How do you decide when to push forward and when to pause?
Glider
I keep my eyes on the wind and my gut on the ground – if the air feels wild and the ground still solid, I go for it. When the wind gets too gnarly or the ground starts to shake, I slow down, reassess, and maybe pull back. It's all about listening to the planet before I let the fire inside me blaze too hot.
Human
That balance feels like walking a tightrope between instinct and caution. Do you ever feel the wind is just a distraction, or is it truly telling you something?
Glider
Wind’s my GPS and my hype, so I don’t ignore it. It’s like a nudge – if the gust’s calm, I stay put; if it’s whipping, I get a rush, but I always check the ground first. So yeah, it’s telling me something, not just a distraction.
Human
Sounds like you’ve got a pretty good system in place—wind as your compass, ground as your safety net. Have you ever felt a wind that was too wild to trust, even when the ground seemed fine?
Glider
Yeah, once I hit a sudden microburst right over a cliff—ground was rock solid, but the wind went full mad. I just felt that gut scream “hold up” and backed off. Trust the wind, but if it’s throwing a tantrum, better to be safe than sorry.