No regrets?

Thumbing through a magazine I picked up at the doctor's office, I got to thinking about the life choices I make.  I think the magazine was called something along the lines of " Your Most Extreme Outdoor Life Ever." I suspect you can imagine where this is going.

Wow, I thought, I too could paraglide off of a mountain ledge and upon landing snow board down a triple black diamond run, while blindfolded, carrying a weeks supply of provisions to sustain me until the paramedics arrive, but not in time to set my splintered arm and leg which I did with what remained of a pair of broken skis that I recovered from inside a cave that I crawled into to prevent hypothermia. 

Are these people for real?

I do get their "if I didn't do this" I wouldn't feel alive, mantra. It's the "if I do do this I could be dead" that I struggle with.

I am carefully weighing my options. "If I" choose this path, over that path, will I have made a better choice? Surely.  But as long as I am making my choices with both feet firmly planted on the ground I figure I am ahead of the game.