Today at work a cow-orker came up to me and said something. Doesn’t matter what, just that the expected reaction was mock surprise. I was crouched down, putting file folders on the lowest shelf, so I thought I would fulfill my obligation by dropping plunk to the floor and looking up, aghast.
I stopped flexing my knees and relaxed, but rolled backwards to land on the small of my back instead of my luscious derriere. My legs scissored out and levered upwards, then my heels slammed into the floor, so I was sprawled out like Eloise. Very graceful. Jeez, I can’t even take a simple fall. If I was on Tough Enough, I’d have been cut even before Daryl.
If it’s any consolation, I just started practicing aikido. One of the most important things taught there is how to fall. Falling well takes a lot of practice. Falling over backwards well is harder than falling over forwards well, even from a kneeling position.
Like with anything, if you intend to be doing pratfalls for comic effect on a regular basis, practice makes perfect. Get a bunch of old Saturday Night Live tapes, and try to become more and more like Chevy Chase every day.
Was Mr. Rilch around when this happened? Thou shalt not post without mentioing Mr. Rilch, Rilch. It just ain’t right!
Doesn’t USC have Falling On Your Ass 101? If not, they should at least have an extension course, or night school. Check it out, did wonders for my ass-falling, or is that falling ass?
