When I started paragliding I finally realised my dream of becoming a bird, but I quickly discovered that my body and mind were holding me back. For the first four years’ flying, during every mountain flight, I would get sick and throw up.
None of my friends had this problem, and they happily advanced in their flying progression. Meanwhile, I would hit a wall just before two hours’ flying and either throw up in the air or nearly make it to the ground and feel terrible, sometimes dry heaving on...
