(The following is not instruction or advice, just a recollection of thoughts from my own experience as a topic of a story for entertainment purposes. I’m not a professional or anything close. Know this when visiting my site. Use your own judgment.)
Today I got to skate while the family was doing other things. First we were out with our relatives from out of town for lunch then we split into groups – some to shop, some to go to the local trampoline park, and me to the local indoor skate park for a sesh. (Indoor because it was raining and because it is such a cool spot. I’d like to blog-share about this spot in the future.) The plan was to regroup in an hour and a half, leaving me around forty-five minutes to work on a couple of things. In addition to a goal of just getting in a sesh, I hoped for a little while to take my mind off of the recent loss of our dog Lacey. I started out with just elbow and wrist pads, then moved to full gear after a little fail that reminded me that I really don’t want to tear up my knees now – or ever. Yep, I just mentioned protective equipment. I completely understand if you bail here cause you want no part of reading about pads and helmets. I don’t wear them every time, but being a geezer skater (in training for street style skating??), I’m conscious of protective gear more than ever, not so much for preventing the smaller pains or minor injuries that won’t be more than annoying and a reason to kick myself for not wearing it, but as a prevention from getting hurt bad enough on a slam that does one or more of the following:
- Take me out of work to the point where bills and responsibilities are affected.
- Be hurt to the point where I can’t skate.
- Get in trouble with the wife and kids. The family tolerates my adventure and obsession with skating. They don’t really understand why somebody my age even thinks about skating, but they ‘let’ me do it anyway out of love because they think it makes me happy. I figure that they’ll let me keep doing it until I get hurt then they will get the chance to remind me of my age and responsibility.
- (There’s probably a few more reasons that I can’t think of at the moment, so I’ll move on.)
About the sesh – I had with me the old-school cruiser, a wide board with wide trucks and 66 mil soft wheels that rolls soooo smooth, and a regular board with small, harder wheels that helped me learn last week to revert from fakie. I worked on transitions and pumping the bowl. Made some progress on both, including a rolling drop on the tall transition which I had not yet attempted on previous sesh’s at this park, which means I made it to a new goal. (If this blog keeps going, you’ll realize that I haven’t yet dropped in from the tail on the coping, but that day is not too far off. I’m sure that I’ll share the day that I do.)
Then it was time to head back with the car and collect up the family for the ride home. Except for the feeling of knowing that our little buddy would not be there to greet me at the door, I had the lingering good feeling resulting from a great day with family and a good sesh in the bag.
In a future blog I’ll share a bit about the good feeling that I get from skating and improving on something, even if ever so slightly. Another intended blog will be about having set a plan to work on fundamentals with a focused mindset rather than with no goals in mind.
PS – Lemme know if anyone knows of a good set of pads to try. I.e. kind of like what you see in the old-school vert ramp videos. The ones that I use are OK, especially for where I’m at on the low end of the skill spectrum, but being a geezer having had it put in my head that I’m more brittle than I realize, I’d should invest in some good gear.