Imagine that you're flying. You can hear the sound of the air rushing past your ears. That only lasted two seconds, tops. Now you have just hit a wall. You try to grab on to the ledge, but your fingers are slipping. You forgot your gloves, so you can feel the skin tearing.
Just remember that if you don't have a first aid kit, lemon salt stops the bleeding and numbs the pain. Well, after about thirty seconds of pure agony.
It was late. All of the stores were closed. I didn't really have a choice.
But it worked. I was back up and running within the hour. Couldn't even feel the torn flesh on my hands.
That was actually what motivated me to start wearing gloves to begin with.
Until recently, I would have said that I spend too much time on the internet, getting out of shape and being kind of bored. I wonder what the old me would have to say about the present me who is constantly exercising and going to the gym (gymnastics gym) every Saturday. Probably something snarky. Most everything I say is snarky. My New Year's resolution, actually, was to not be such a jerk to everybody. That's not going so well, really. Also, I tend to digress from whatever I talk about. Badly. I'll cut off in mid sentence and - *7 pages later* - eventually never finish my original thought. You've probably noticed that by now, if you've read my book descriptions and whatnot. Anyway, that's all I have to say. Actually, no. One last thing. I REALLY hate my first name. Okay. That is all.