On Sunday I went to a place called Skyzone, a place full of trampolines and foam pits, etc. And one of my friends was like, "hey, I'm bored, want to go to this place?" And I replied stupidly, "Sure, not like I was doing anything but wasting my life away re-watching old anime shows and having procastation." So we went to Skyzone and I was like, "This is cool" and we jumped, I did some backflips/frontflips, bounced from wall to wall, stuff like that, till my friend was like. "OMG they have a wall we can climb." So it turns out there was this thing called the "ten foot wall" which you would run at and try to climb up it before standing at the top and then sliding down by a pole next to it. There was also a 12 foot wall next to it as well. My friend was pushing me to do it and I did, and literally got up it on the first try. I was seriously shocked while sliding down the pole from what I'd done. My friend took 3 tries before getting up it.
Now I'm 5'8" with normal running shoes on (the type of shoes I wear) and he's around 5'10". How did I get up faster than him? I have no clue. We did the wall for a bit and I moved on to the 12 foot wall. By now, it had already been 30 minutes into our session. When going to SKyzone, you get sessions, or the amount of time to jump (ranges from 30 minutes to 2 hours)I ran up the 12 foot, tried to pull myself onto the little flat surface at the top, but didn't have the strength so started to fall/run back down. On the way down, my foot did some type of wrong movement, causing me to instead roll to the ground. My foot was throbbing like crazy so I had a time out for a bit. My friend keep at the wall. AFter 5 minutes, it felt better and being the stupid children we are, we decided to have a 2 hour long session. A TWO HOUR LONG SESSION. I didn't want to waste money so I kept bouncing on stuff, because it felt better. Well when we were close to being done, I felt something. Some type of throb in my ankle.
"Wow Seeker, totally didn't see that coming."
Yeah, I know flame. I went home with my mom before telling her about my foot hurting. She wrapped it (because she's a nurse and knows that stuff, she's cool) and said to me 'you'll be fine"..welllllll.. I wasn't really fine. I slowly got worse and my foot got swollen before I couldn't walk on it without cringing. That's when my mom brought out the 'ol crutches.
Now I had crutches over the summer for two weeks because I hurt myself in the last five minutes of my volleyball game during my summer camp this last summer. I had to go to urgent care to get them, yea! And it was awful to have crutches during the summer. They look fun and cool, but nope, they're demons in disguise.
SO when mom brought out them, I was pretty sure there was going to be a giant fire in the backyard that night, burning away the evil crutches but nope. I wore them to school yesterday, killing my arms and had to stop every five minutes to catch my breath when walking to my next class. The only plus side was that I "could" skip P.E. however we were during volleyball, one of my favorite sports, and I was pretty sure I'd snap my crutches if I didn't have to use them.
"Wow, so amazing. SO where does the trampolines fit in??"
Well, you see, this was my second time going to Skyzone. My first time was about 5 years ago, and you want to know what happened? In the first five minutes while bouncing, I sprained my ankle and couldn't bounce at all. Ironic, right?
When I told my friends about this story. One of them burst of laughing. Another started to back away, muttering about me being cursed, two of them patted me on the back, and the last asked if he could play around on my crutches. Maybe it's a sign, that I'm forever cursed, and trampolines are vile, evil things. So I'm stuck not walking on it for a whole week. I think I'm going to die of not being able to do my daily free running or climb my house's wall onto the roof. My house is right next to this huge oak tree which I use to help myself get onto the roof next to my brother's window and it has the best view of area around and I'll read up there/ sketch in my sketchbook. And instead I have to sit inside and do stuff inside.
The moral of this story, when you see a pair of crutches, don't ask questions, just burn them with a flamethrower and quickly grab a wheel chair.
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