Roll at Belvedere Castle, Central Park

Great, now I have to go through this, frame by frame, for a Chinese self-criticism drill.

For once, the climb was scarier than the jump -- the jump was a relief, in comparison.

I liked the feeling of mystery, of not knowing where the next handhold would be, of feeling my way around the rocks, because the next hand hold was always above my eyes, and not knowing too well where the next foothold would be, as I felt my way up with my feet, because I could not really get my head away from the wall to look down, afraid that I might fall, as I held my pelvis nearly hugging the rock.

That anxious feeling when you want to go up, but all you can really think of is how you'll hold on -- your rock slipping away from beneath your fingers, and your anxiety building with your thinking about what nook and what crevice would be your next hand hold to hand on from, let alone your next foot hold to push off from -- all the while that tension building that you don't want to fall, and what you will do in the event that you fall.

I *am* an adrenaline junkie!

Video Credit: Luscious Lion, as he calls himself, these days.

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