When the sun woke me up today I didn't know if I could bring myself to run or bike today at all. Quite frankly, I felt like crap and had no motivation to run. I've been doing so much over the last 10 months that I've decided I need to mix things up a bit. I didn't know what it was, but I just wanted to do something else. Gears of War on the XBox? Not today. Ice Road Truckers on TV? .... Maybe I'll clean my room? HA!
As my roommate, Sarge, and I lumbered around the house, he said he was heading out to the skate park just few minutes down the road here in Arlington. Having never been to one, my curiosity perked up. I poked my head outside and saw weather was beautiful and at that point I wanted nothing more than to just be outside. Sarge extended an invitation to come along, and against better judgement I agreed. My first thoughts were, I'm going to get hurt, not be able to train, brake something, not be able to race. Ef. What am I doing? Yep, I'm going to die. Twice.
After finding the biggest shoes I could find, and the most skater-like clothes and we were there in fifteen minutes. I had even pulled out an old flat brim hat so I could look as rad as all other kool kids at the park, which I ended up not even wearing. From the trunk Sarge pulled a number of boards and he put on his most comfy of old skate shoes, and I watched him rolled down toward the park on his long board.
Little did I know, it was here I began my education of a whole new community of people. I've grown accustomed over to the years to the running, climbing, and similar athletic lifestyles, but this was a completely new culture to me. My only real knowledge of skating is from outdated experiences from the early 90's when skateboarding and in-line skating appealed to me and I lived briefly as one. We wore baggy jeans and listened to 90's punk and alternative. Sarge warned me that things were a little different these days. Jeans became tighter, music got worse, styles changed. But on a whole, the passion for skating remained fairly intact. As long as I didn't see any big JNCO jeans or too many wallet chains I figured I'd be okay.
As my roommate, Sarge, and I lumbered around the house, he said he was heading out to the skate park just few minutes down the road here in Arlington. Having never been to one, my curiosity perked up. I poked my head outside and saw weather was beautiful and at that point I wanted nothing more than to just be outside. Sarge extended an invitation to come along, and against better judgement I agreed. My first thoughts were, I'm going to get hurt, not be able to train, brake something, not be able to race. Ef. What am I doing? Yep, I'm going to die. Twice.
After finding the biggest shoes I could find, and the most skater-like clothes and we were there in fifteen minutes. I had even pulled out an old flat brim hat so I could look as rad as all other kool kids at the park, which I ended up not even wearing. From the trunk Sarge pulled a number of boards and he put on his most comfy of old skate shoes, and I watched him rolled down toward the park on his long board.
Little did I know, it was here I began my education of a whole new community of people. I've grown accustomed over to the years to the running, climbing, and similar athletic lifestyles, but this was a completely new culture to me. My only real knowledge of skating is from outdated experiences from the early 90's when skateboarding and in-line skating appealed to me and I lived briefly as one. We wore baggy jeans and listened to 90's punk and alternative. Sarge warned me that things were a little different these days. Jeans became tighter, music got worse, styles changed. But on a whole, the passion for skating remained fairly intact. As long as I didn't see any big JNCO jeans or too many wallet chains I figured I'd be okay.
