I was jumping on a trampoline and feeling pretty good from landing some moves I was working on. I did a back hand spring, and bounced a few times back and forth gaining momentum. Then a front flip - pretty soon, I felt invulnerable. Maybe it was the release from all the fear and frustration of not getting my moves, or if it was the bliss of being in the air, but I felt invincible. Then, with momentum carrying me upon landing, I ricocheted off the trampoline and banged my heel on the steel base of a vault. The fall must have only been 3-4 feet max, but ouch. Funny how quickly invulnerability fades when you realize how fragile the human body is.
Yesterday while buying a handle of vodka, the vodka bottle pierced through the thin plastic bag.
I looked at the shop owner like ...the bag broke.
He looked back and condescendingly replied "oh yeah the bag broke? So it was the bags fault"
I hesitently nodded.
"Take another bottle and have a good night"
I started out feeling pretty good. I think I have pretty good form in terms of running technique.
But I always start out feeling good. It feels good to start running.
5 minutes later I am walking. Thinking to myself “Holy shit I am such a shitty runner.”
But not in a negative way. On paper a thought like that sounds like I was beating myself up. To me, in my head, it felt more like acknowledging reality. A statement of fact.
I then decided to start running every day so that I could be somewhat less shitty.