Approaching the “Mine Shaft” at break-neck speed, my mountain bike’s front wheel suddenly dropped off the edge of the near-vertical descent into the abyss. The stomach-churning sensation triggered both my fear of the unknown and my fear of being out of control, skyrocketing my Pucker Reflex to a 10 out of 10 brush-with-death rating. Up to this point in my cycling career, I had regarded myself as a…
Fear of not being in Control: Lessons from the Bike Trail to the Boardroom
