It's the long awaited day-of-parkour! This is actually scaring me a little, since I've not done a forward roll since... kindergarten, actually. The thoughts of leaping over stuff as I once did in the living room moving from couch to couch are just toooo tempting, though. If I could do it with gym mats nearby, instead of on the unforgiving stones of Federation Square.
Er, having read Solaris ' journal, I'm actually pretty thankful that I'm only facing bruises and broken bones. Or at least.. that I enjoy the privilege of being able to break my own bones when I see fit. There's even a guy there who gets paid for it.
I dinna ken what to write. Ach!
pixen:
Hi there fellow Melbournian. Welcome to the mad house.