turning and turning

[melannen]

I have health marks! w00t! It's been so long since I had proper health marks!

It must be the weather.

Yes, running for sheer joy is one thing. Running on a 6-inch curb in windy weather and bulky clothes while sleep-deprived, with eyes closed and shoes untied--

I've learned that I do indeed instinctively roll into a fall; good to know I've been writing that well. I haven't got any bruises, just properly bloody knees and scraped palms. As usual I don't remember the fall itself, but I remember spinning into it. The exhilaration and perfection of it, knowing that missing a step, losing a shoe, and ending up sprawled over half the sidewalk with my books scattered across twenty feet was in fact something I had planned and executed perfectly, something graceful and filled with wings.

No, I am not hopped up on endorphins, I've been like this all day, thank you. Now to attempt to rinse the blood out of my sweats.

Comments

[reclusivewaffle.livejournal.com]

Tie your shoes.

Given this, I really don't understand your reluctance to fly merrily down the ski slopes, careening out of control. It's fun.

--C

[melannen.livejournal.com]

Because careening down a ski slope is much more a cold-blooded decision, not just impulsively going.

Because, oddly enough, I'm less than enthusiastic about a fifty-foot drop onto sharp rocks, as opposed to six inches and flat concrete.

Because I don't know skis well enough to know what'll happen if I fall, and I don't have much control over the skiing itself.

Because there are other people on the slopes who actually know what they're doing, and I'd feel awkward getting in their way as I scoot through them, uncontrolled, screaming, on my knees, as happened the last time I tried to go down a slope.

Because downhill skiing is probably something I'll only do a few times in my life, and I want to take advantage of those times, and actually learn about skiing.

Because cross-country is more fun anyway.

[reclusivewaffle.livejournal.com]

I'm tempted to attempt to refute these in order, but I'm tired. I'll leave it with two bits. First, that it is common knowledge that you only learn to ski by falling down. Second, note that while I have injured my knee while walking peaceably down a flat road, stepping off a curb, squatting to pick up a mattress, and many other places, I have never hurt it at all on the slopes.

--C

[melannen.livejournal.com]

I didn't say learn how to ski, I said learn about skiing. You know, in the form of small, controlled experiments.

And your knee is just weird. We know that.

[aelkiss.livejournal.com]

I had a dream with you in last night. It had something to do with skiing.. At least I wasn't actually dreaming about livejournal itself. Dreaming about compulsively reloading my friends page would be the worst.. I already frequently dream about talking on IM, so I suppose it's just a matter of time. At least when I dream about being in some stupid computer game because I've been playing it for four hours straight, I don't dream about actually playing the stupid game!.

[melannen.livejournal.com]

Oh, I dream about LJ *all the time*.