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Ok, so Meet the Masque ended tonight and I stayed to goof around and hang out a little more.
Afterwards, Sara, Heather, and myself walked backed to South Campus.
Sara decided to come stay in my room tonight and gave her bed to Mike Glanzmann. That's just some backstory.
After saying bye to Heather, Sara and I proceeded to walk down to her room to grab some of her stuff for tomorrow.
On the way down, I decide to be obnoxious and have her jump on my back. Yes, it was fun.
As we start to walk down the hallway, I stopped and started to run and made plane noises. I am four.
At one point, I was at a full run. With Sara on my back. Guess what happened.
Coming within 15 feet of her suite, the momentum dips Sara to the point of falling, I try to recoil back, and end up falling knee/elbow/face first and Sara flies off my back.
I'm laying face down in the hallway and Sara is on her side, nursing her banged up knee.
After a few Sesame Street bandages and a limp down to Neumann, we think the hilarity of injury is over. Oh God no.
Sitting with my knees hanging off the bed (didn't know that was cutting off blood flow to my legs), I jumped off to get up and go to the computer.
As I landed on my feet, my completely numb right leg freezes up at the knee and gives way under my body. Yes, I collapsed immediately to the floor.
Sara starts to laugh. Then asks if I'm ok. I love her for that reason.
I figure it just needs some blood, wait a minute and try again.
This time, my leg feels fine.
I stand up, everything is ok, and then a familiar feeling comes around. That feeling was the floor.
My leg gave way again and this time Sara erupted with laughter. I did too, which helped ease the fact that my leg said "No."
Thus, the Crippled Adventures of Sara and Kyle come to a close.
It was too embarassing not to document.
Afterwards, Sara, Heather, and myself walked backed to South Campus.
Sara decided to come stay in my room tonight and gave her bed to Mike Glanzmann. That's just some backstory.
After saying bye to Heather, Sara and I proceeded to walk down to her room to grab some of her stuff for tomorrow.
On the way down, I decide to be obnoxious and have her jump on my back. Yes, it was fun.
As we start to walk down the hallway, I stopped and started to run and made plane noises. I am four.
At one point, I was at a full run. With Sara on my back. Guess what happened.
Coming within 15 feet of her suite, the momentum dips Sara to the point of falling, I try to recoil back, and end up falling knee/elbow/face first and Sara flies off my back.
I'm laying face down in the hallway and Sara is on her side, nursing her banged up knee.
After a few Sesame Street bandages and a limp down to Neumann, we think the hilarity of injury is over. Oh God no.
Sitting with my knees hanging off the bed (didn't know that was cutting off blood flow to my legs), I jumped off to get up and go to the computer.
As I landed on my feet, my completely numb right leg freezes up at the knee and gives way under my body. Yes, I collapsed immediately to the floor.
Sara starts to laugh. Then asks if I'm ok. I love her for that reason.
I figure it just needs some blood, wait a minute and try again.
This time, my leg feels fine.
I stand up, everything is ok, and then a familiar feeling comes around. That feeling was the floor.
My leg gave way again and this time Sara erupted with laughter. I did too, which helped ease the fact that my leg said "No."
Thus, the Crippled Adventures of Sara and Kyle come to a close.
It was too embarassing not to document.