Withdrawal

I swear to god, endorphin withdrawal is a real thing.  It's making me feel like a crazy person.
If I could do anything right now, I would do tuck jumps.  I would do 100 of them.  I choose tuck jumps because they're the most exhausting thing I can think of.  Tuck jumps represesnt a powerful, violent affirmation of life.  Then I would do them on skates. 
Oh....  I shouldn't have mentioned skates.
Skates are so beautiful.
On the one hand having the extra rest has done a great deal to restore my general enthusiasm for life and also my good humor.  Last week was a down week from normal but I probably didn't hit the full amount of rest I needed until today.  On the other hand, now that I'm there my body is telling me that I haven't spent all these weeks and months of conditioning to sit at a desk all day.  All these little energies keep building up inside to occasionally burst out in the form of fidgeting, humming, tapping.  I'm a finely tuned coil that's about ready to explode and it's enough to want to sacrifice a goat to the derby gods to get back into my skates.  It's only been five days.
In the meantime I've been RICEing my knee.  I RICEd it so hard that I think I gave myself frostbite.  Also, I didn't fall off the no candy bandwagon, I dove off of it - straight into an orgy of self-indulgent chocolate peanut butter cups.  It's days like these I sort of wish I were the kind of person who was peaceful enough to meditate.  At least then I would be doing something.
<posted on 3.29.12>