motion(less) sickness

TODAY, while I was watching a replay of the Vancouver Olympics, I couldn't help but be in awe of the skeleton participants.  I smile when I see new things that pique at my fancy.  It seems to be kind of scary the first time I saw it, but what a rush it must be to go quite fast around the skeleton run.  The skeleton seems to come in 2 rounds where the participants go in prone (face + stomach down) position. I think they all go through the course twice, and both runs are added up to come up with their total time. This is how I understand it. First time I've seen it and I am fascinated. Very very fascinated, come to that.

TODAY, I also found myself hearing the Danny Krivit re-edit of Soul Central's String of Life. It's one of those dance tunes that isn't quite trance but oh~soooooooo catchy. Upon hearing the song, I automatically rose to the occasion. My default was: pay homage to the music. I found myself grinding...well half~grinding since I was unable to dance normally. I stopped midway since I am unable to fully execute the dance and this results in a clumsy one~two-step. It is as annoying as hell for someone like me to just get by with head bobbing and I can't get over the irony of motion, or the lack of it at least.  After running, I have to say I miss dirty~dancing as well.

I've never had motion sickness, not in planes or boats. 

What I have is a case of motionless sickness. 

It is likened to homesickness with more than a tinge of old-fashioned boredom and a bit smidgen of depression.  

I know the crutches have been God-send and I would not have survived almost a month without them.

But I miss my feet.  What joy they bring me.    

Walking.  

Running. 

Dancing.

Being motionless seems to foster patience.  And a little bit of insanity.