The aftermath of my fall...

[elfs]

I told a friend of mine this, a woman my age with two boys of her own. She said, "Niiiice." I looked at her puzzled, and she related a tale of how her son got terribly scraped up in a bicycling accident and was all covered in blood afterward, and his friend who'd just witnessed it said exactly that word. At first, she was as confused as I was, but she said, "I've learned with Leo, the right thing to say to guys when they come in all bloody and cut up, but it's obvious they're gonna survive, just to say.... niiiice. It's what they want to hear."

She's right, too. I survived a perilous fall with all my parts recoverable. It's hard to express just how dangerously immortal I felt afterwards.

But two days later, the aches and pains, the continually irritating laceration on my left thigh and the now-fading bruise on my right palm, have taught me to be careful.

Still, despite all the weaknesses, Yamaraashi-chan and I still did our workout last night. 97 push-ups in five circuits, 65 squats, and 146 sit-ups. I was going to add pull-ups into my circuit, but my right hand disabused me of that notion.

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[shunra.livejournal.com]

"But two days later, the aches and pains, the continually irritating laceration on my left thigh and the now-fading bruise on my right palm, have taught me to be careful."

I think that's what they call wisdom.

(Glad you survived, to put things mildly.)