First off, let me tell you that this experience has renewed my appreciation for the sport. It's easy to talk about how gnarly FMX is day in and day out, but until you're in the battlefield with the world's best riders at the world's most intense riding compound, you don't know jack. As soon as I pulled into the Red Bull Compound on day one of my supposed "comeback," I knew it wasn't going to be as easy as I had imagined. Luckily there were an array of small jumps for me to warm up on, but the problem was that I seemed to have lost the number one asset for FMX ... my balls. And it wasn't until days three and four that I really began to discover that I did indeed have some.
Sitting here in my cubical, reflecting on the amazing experience, I can say that I may not have reached my imaginary, non-realistic goal of killing the course and getting all my tricks dialed, but I did accomplish the most important goal I set for myself, and that was to stay in one piece. Being the competitive person that I am, I'm not happy leaving the compound with just a half-assed tweak air and a few whips under my belt, but after not riding for seven years and having only four days to get it all back, I suppose I can't complain. However, I will be back. Now that I rediscovered my inner FMXer, I truly think that I can get back into prime form within two-to-three weeks.
My new goal? Backflip. I know that is a bit extreme, but I think I got it. What do you think Red Bull? Are you willing to invite me back for another few weeks? Stay tuned for a video from my adventures at the Red Bull Ammo Camp. Now back to the grind and FMX news that REALLY matters.