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so i indulged my hankering.

and despite the fact that i havent skated in aboot 5 months, and havent rollerbladed in about 8 months, and the fact that foster city bike path is almost totally unsuitable for skating, it fargen rocked.

the weather was and still is awesome.

my balance was all there, and my feet were comfy - probably because i've been wearing my jungle boots so much lately.

i was slow and a little awkward on the way "there", but on the way "back" i was loose and warmed up and swift. i watched my shadow do the axel rose dance and laughed. i tripped over a tree-stump-exploded chunk of concrete and nearly died before catching a trash can. i discovered - near the end of my skate, unfortunately - that if i get down in the one-arm-swing speed-skating pose, i magically (and really, it was such a dramatic change that it felt like magic) have much better balance, rhythm, speed, and power. i'll have to remember that for next time.

at some point along the way, words floated into my consciousness : "pain is in the mind". "that's funny," i thought to myself, "because it sure feels like pain is in my back and bew-tocks right now, not my mind."

tomorrow i'm gonna have a really sore arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse. arse.