*runs to the top of the ridge above the lake and screams down into, across, and completely filling up the valley on the other side at the TOP of MY LUNGS from my very guts*
*scream, scream, scream*
*runs as fast as my legs will carry me down the ridge, tripping over myself and tumbling head over feet half way down, finding myself back on my feet again and running like I never missed a beat ... scrambles up big rock, climbs higher than ever before and jumps off into the lake*
*gets out, runs to the top of the ridge, screams my head off, runs back down but is far more tired this time and moving more slowly and more safely, climbs huge rock, jumps off into the lake*
*runs back to rock, climbs and jumps off rock into lake*
*runs back to rock, climbs and jumps off into lake*
*swims straight down to the bottom of the lake*
*swims across lake, back to camp*
*drags self onto shore and can barely move now*
*lays on shore for 20 minutes, catching breath, staring up at the sky*
*becomes aware of evening forest sounds*
*gets up, full of mud and scrapes from falling down the ridge*
*limps to shelter and tent*
*stirs coals, builds fire, eats oatmeal for dinner*
*enjoys a couple of stale, roasted marshmallows*
*sinks into chair and gets calm*