Aug. 20th, 2013 10:41 pm
Back on the blades again
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mizarchivistI realized yesterday that I'd not been here for a while in a writing sense.
I don't know if I'll get around to writing about my Ohio trip, my reUUnion experience (excellent), the traveling alone with a toddler (doable but exhausting), returning, the reality that my kid's about to turn 2, all the amazing leveling up he's done- I started to write about all that, but it sounded boring when I was writing it, so who knows. The moment may have passed.
What I did want to write about was the bit about me getting on my skates for the first time in over 2 years. I don't remember at what point I put them away when I was pregnant, then they never came out of the basement at the newly-old house. But a friend of mine was talking about how he's been skating as his primary exercise outlet and how much he's enjoying that after a bumpy beginning. I had such an instantaneous and visceral envy. Also, I have all this pavement across the street from my house. Never mind the bike path, which is an option, sure- but baby steps. Especially since our evenings are darker now. No way I'm going down the bumpiest bit of the path in the dark. School yard? Sure.
It was already well past sunset when I went over, but the street and building lights were enough to consider this a viable option. If random people can play basketball until 10 at night, I can probably keep from falling over on my skates. It was great. The basketball court is the best- smoothest, but a very limited bit of real estate, and very highly prized. I had not realized my left-over-right cross overs were so frankenstein-like. Right over left? Smooth, gliding, dolphins through water. I spent a lot of time trying to convince my non-dominant foot it could replicate smooth, gliding, dolphins through water. I have a long way to go. I also had 2 repetitions of Wish You Were Here: studio and live versions, on my ipod. That's Bob Wright's theme song for me. I feel like I got a visitation, a benediction. He's been gone a long time now. I wish he was here. I wish he could meet the crime fighter and try to talk me out of selling my motorcycle.
I'm going to be sore in the morning.
I don't know if I'll get around to writing about my Ohio trip, my reUUnion experience (excellent), the traveling alone with a toddler (doable but exhausting), returning, the reality that my kid's about to turn 2, all the amazing leveling up he's done- I started to write about all that, but it sounded boring when I was writing it, so who knows. The moment may have passed.
What I did want to write about was the bit about me getting on my skates for the first time in over 2 years. I don't remember at what point I put them away when I was pregnant, then they never came out of the basement at the newly-old house. But a friend of mine was talking about how he's been skating as his primary exercise outlet and how much he's enjoying that after a bumpy beginning. I had such an instantaneous and visceral envy. Also, I have all this pavement across the street from my house. Never mind the bike path, which is an option, sure- but baby steps. Especially since our evenings are darker now. No way I'm going down the bumpiest bit of the path in the dark. School yard? Sure.
It was already well past sunset when I went over, but the street and building lights were enough to consider this a viable option. If random people can play basketball until 10 at night, I can probably keep from falling over on my skates. It was great. The basketball court is the best- smoothest, but a very limited bit of real estate, and very highly prized. I had not realized my left-over-right cross overs were so frankenstein-like. Right over left? Smooth, gliding, dolphins through water. I spent a lot of time trying to convince my non-dominant foot it could replicate smooth, gliding, dolphins through water. I have a long way to go. I also had 2 repetitions of Wish You Were Here: studio and live versions, on my ipod. That's Bob Wright's theme song for me. I feel like I got a visitation, a benediction. He's been gone a long time now. I wish he was here. I wish he could meet the crime fighter and try to talk me out of selling my motorcycle.
I'm going to be sore in the morning.
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GO YOU!
But YAY. Maybe I can come bring my skates out at some point and we can go skate?
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It feels teeny. I did find going around the parking lot felt more like the right size for what feels like "rink," but still. They have a bit of a down hill going away from the school, which is fun.
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You so rock for reclaiming something that you love to do. And I'll bet you could teach some of those young kids a thing or two.
I'd love to get into skating again, though I suspect I'd need to re-learn a lot of it (maybe you could teach *me*?).
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