I Gotta Cracked Butt

A few weeks ago I picked up a pair of rollerblades & wrist braces at a garage sale for $10. What I find! I took them for a little spin in my parking lot that day & was almost taken out by the speed bump so I've been conquering my fear of them just being in my closet for 2 weeks. Today was the day to beat those mocking chunks of plastic. I'll show them!

Crista & I went out this afternoon. I let her know that I haven't gone out on them yet because I didn't want to be by myself when I fell & wouldn't be able to call the paramedics :-). Why is skating so hard when you're old but such a breeze when you're little. And more importantly why does it hurt so bad when you fall when you're old but no big thing when you're a youngin'? Man! Here's the route we took because I foolishly thought it'd be flat. You know, since it's my first time out with the death wheels strapped to my feet. Over 3 miles! Go us!

I'm pleased that I met my top two goals for my little venture. #1 no broken bones (i think) #2 no broken skin. Our route proved to be very hilly & I very much hit the pavement on the first hill. My poor butt. I kept going with some bruised flesh & ego. I knew I was going to fall but want to do this bad enough to get past the falling stage. It's more of a work-out than I realized as well. Man, I was huffing & puffing.

It was lovely day for my first venture with a beautiful breeze to cool us off periodically. I'm so glad Crista was there with/for me. She's great and was very patient. I told her I knew she was a true friend because I knew I'd be looking like a fool & invited her anyway. She was very encouraging. We've committed to walking after work on Tuesday (my cheeks won't be ready for the skates by then) & I can't wait. I hardly ever fall just walking (be quiet Kaisara!)