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This is one thing I have been wanting to try - Action/ extreme/ adventure sports!!! 
Although a ride in the giant wheel in the smallest theme park in town can make me nauseous, I really want to try out extreme sports, just for the thrill of it! :) I wish trekking and river crossing counted as adventure sports :P :D I have done that a lot! :D

 I am imagining being Bear Grylls's guest in one of his 'running wild' shows. The open-door helicopter ride, jumping off it in a jiffy (with a lot of harness on, of course), mountain climbing, rappelling, zip lining, bungee jumping, Feeling that adrenaline rush, feeling that fear kick inside you, whoa! just out of the world! 
Oh yea baby! Pic source - Google images


But, if you ask me if I'd do any of these if I get an opportunity, well, I would definitely get out of my comfort zone but I'd think twice :D
Source - Google images

Do you like living in the edge? Have you ever tried extreme sports? Please share your stories here and motivate me :) 


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  1. SGApril 28, 2015 at 8:07 AM

    I have gone on a submarine (2000 feet below water). Does that count? Better than that. I have crossed roads in heavy traffic in Chennai. I am sure that will count as extreme adventure. I felt the fear in Chennai and did it anyway.

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