Issac Newton's third law of physics states thus;
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

I think this law can be modified to suit social interactions;
For every AWESOME, there is an equal and opposite FAIL.

Let me start from the beginning;
For me, Wednesday the 19th of May began at 8:45 as I was awoken by my housemate's boyfriend, and friend of mine, Husker Fox.

I had promised to guide him to the post office on an urgent matter, and pointed out one of the spelling mistakes he'd made on his letter to his mother, one of them being the spelling of his surname.

I bought him something to nom so he'd shut up (he is naturally loud and swears in public a little too often for my liking), as we left to head back home, I picked up a bargain at the local cash converters; a hardly used official PS2 controller for $10. (This is my 4th one now, having loved two official ones and a wireless one to death.)

Upon returning home, Husker watched some of the 10th doctor (who is my doctor BTW) I was plodding about the house tying to catch Latios in the Pokemon SoulSilver I recieved as a gift from an actfur fan. (Thank you Teygrim! =D)

I hopped on the computer at quarter to 4 and got an read an email sent at 10 that morning;
Hey Neko, just making sure you know, Parkour tonight is at <address>, starts at 6:45 and ends at 9. Don't wear jeans and bring plenty of water. Also, don't eat anything after 2 or 3, parkour is pretty intense and you may throw up.
From Amy.

Now the real fun starts.

"Oh bugger" I thought, "The last time I ate was one vegemite sandwich for breakfast before I left the house".
It was too late to eat now. I looked up which bus I needed to catch and got myself ready.

Having reached the bus-stop on schedule, and then realising I was waiting on the wrong side of the road, I got very sadface when after 10 minutes of waiting beyond the bus's scheduled time, it didn't come. Just as I was about to assume I'd missed it, it finally came. I was behind 10 minutes already but lucky to have not missed the bus.

On the bus, I phoned home a few times to ask my housemates to remind me of which stop I was meant to get off at. Southbank busway it was meant to be, the major busway on the southern side of the river city of Brisbane. Despite all my efforts it wasn't until I clearly noticed the bus go OVER THE RIVER (my bus having come from the southern side of the city)

Forced to get off on the wrong side of the river, I was still within half an hour's walking distance of parkour training. I could still make it on time. After walking the wrong way twice, with the Brisbane city having too many look-alike buildings. I had walked over an hour and gotten google map instructions relayed to me from Iceleron. I made it to the right street.

A large building on the street had signage out the front indicating that is was a swimming and athletics centre, I quickly checked inside and saw only pools and left quickly for three reasons;

1. Did not see any parkour training of any kind
2. Was in a rush to find the right place, the time being 7:10
3. I had not signed up for swimming and a stranger in a room of women and children in swimsuits is generally not welcome.

I tried checking the house numbers, it didn't help that most of them were missing, after a while I realised I was moving AWAY from my destination (for the 5th time that evening) and found myself back at the swimming center. Approaching it from my new direction, I saw the number of the address I'd been looking for. UGH.

So I poke around inside with the confidence that I was meant to be there (albeit, half an hour ago) and finally found the parkour training group.

I had missed the warm-up portion of the evening and an unknown amount of the cardio training but I figure the hour of running and searching about the city looking for the place was compensation enough. After Amy recognised me, I joined in and NEARLY DIED.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO RUN AND GET A STITCH WHEN YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO STOP RUNNING? FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

Thankfully that was the hardest part, by this time I had developed three blisters already, one on each of my big toes and another on left little-toe. Hopefully by next week they'll be nice tough calluses so I can endure parkour properly.

After cardio, the large group split into four groups of about 10 people and rotated amongst four traing activities, I was with the newbies and in order we did;

- Forward rolls, I did pretty well, apparently better than the friend that invited me.

- Monkey vaulting, I have a stout frame/footballer's build and I found it hard at first to get over the vault, there were a surprisingly amount of different aspects to the technique but I think I got most of them down well.

- Rail vaulting, I really liked doing this one but by this time I had developed a sore ankle and pulled a big muscle in my back-right thigh so I kept practicing on the lower ones when everyone else moved on the the higher ones.

- Mix course, This included rolls and rail vaulting, with my thigh out of commission I couldn't do much of it but gave it my best, it was also at this point that I hurt my right shoulder from trying to do rolls with a bunged leg.

After that we did three forms of cool-down;

- Arm stretch, This involves pointing your arms directly up for an indeterminate period. I have rubbish upper-body strength (runs in the family from my grandma, my grandpa is responsible for my bulky shoulders. go genetics!) This hurt alot.

- Leg stretch, Place your back against a wall and squat so that there is a right angle at your pelvis and a right angle at your knees, do this until a stranger decides to tell you to stop. OH GODS THE PAIN.

- Crunches, Yay, something that works on the abs and back! I do crunches now and then so this was simple but still difficult.

And then it was over, but not the evening. I decided to hang out with Amy and her other three friends; Hannah I had met before, Alex (who is the spitting image of my friend Andrew from Sydney) and another guy who I can't remember the name of. (Started with F I think?)

So we walked all the way across the city to the north side of the river, strangely enough to the same place I got off of my bus at the end of the line (Queen street). After getting there it seems we didn't arrive in time to get a burger from the group's favorite burger shop.

On to plan B, let's walk all the way BACK TO WHERE THE PARKOUR TRAINING IS to get a milkshake from the place around the corner. Surprise surprise, that place closed 4 minutes before we got there. So the girls got milkshakes at the ice creamery next door, Alex ordered waffles and ice-cream with the two lumps of ice-cream being the beginning of many testicle jokes. (Anyone wanna lick Alex's balls? =D)

The walking wasn't so bad, the new friends I'd made started up a sensation called 'the jukebox' where we all sing whatever songs we know together and loudly when we can. We all sung some Queen, Aqua, Tim Minchin and Dr Horrible amongst other things, Amy by the way was singing R&B whenever possible from Hot in Here to Big Butts. X3

After that we all started to disperse and take our varied methods of public transport back home.

Now you can probably tell by the scroll bar on the right of your screen that my account of the night's events doesn't end here either.

I'd accidentally caught the wrong bus home, let's just say it was my exhaustion clouding my thoughts. You see, there are two buses I can take home from the city;

The 170 Service - This bus stops at the top of my street, pretty convenient but my legs were rather sore so I preffered to take;
The 184 Service - This bus stops out the front of my house literally. Ideal.

What did I catch? Neither! I got on the 180, it ends at the same place as the other two busses but doesn't go anywhere near my house!

Now I might remind you at this point that I was rather hungry, having not eaten since 9 that morning. Also, I had been needing to use the men's room since 10 that night and it was almost thursday. =@_@=

I got off the bus a short walk away from the McDonald's local to me, which is about a 30 min walk from my place. At this point I think I had walked so far that I WALKED OFF THE PAIN IN MY LEGS. After relieving myself in the restaurant I ordered too much food so that I would not have to order twice to fulfill my hunger.

As I was plowing into my burger and chips I was approached by a man in uniform who informed me "Just want to let you know that the lord is looking out for you" I think I misheard him because when I asked him to repeat himself he told me "I'm just letting you know that the cafe will be closed in 5 minutes". Good one Neko. I was in so much pain from the night that I almost jumped down his neck with my anti-preaching speech. Maybe my ears were trying to give me an excuse to rage on a kind old guard. :/

After taking the rest of my junk-food home with me on another half hour walk, I finally made it home and was received by Blit'z kind, kind face. I gave him a rough account of the night's events and he used his new laptop to calculate that I had definitely clocked 8 clicks on my pokewalker. In hindsight, I think I'd done 10+ kilometers of varied leg movement, not including the two hours spent acting like an injured ninja.

TL;DR - Last night was massive, mostly walking about the city, most of that was being lost, parkour was fun but rough. Amy is kickass.

So here I am at my computer, safe in my little room adorned with all of my digital doodads and familiar things. I hurt all over as if portions of my body have been substituted with concrete. Yay limescale.

That's all. If you read this the whole way though, give yourself a pat on the back. :3

~ Cheers
TinyCat.