Falling

As I careen wildly (and helplessly) towards my 30th birthday, it’s no surprise that I’ve gone in search of new activities to fill my days and distract me from another of life’s milestones.  I’ve been going to the gym fairly often, which is nice.  It’s true what they say – after forcing yourself to go for the first few weeks, you really begin to enjoy it.  Now I find myself getting angry when I’m unable to at least get a run in after work.

My newest venture involves falling down.  A lot.  Inline hockey.  This basically involves me moving at high speeds with four tiny wheels under each foot.  Do not call it rollerblading.  These are inline hockey skates – they are far cooler and, as a result, plenty expensive.

The most notable difference between my inline hockey skates and rollerblades would be the brake.  Rollerblades have a brake, while hockey skates do not.  This means trouble.

I received my skates on Friday, then took them out for a spin on Saturday afternoon.  At Jellybeans, the roller-rink.  Amidst the many kids zipping around with no fear, and the fathers doing their best rollerboogie moves, and the MILF-ish mothers looking around for attention, you may have spied me….the guy by himself, slowly and carefully trying to remember how to skate for the first time in 12-14 years.  I fell once of my own accord, and once when someone spun around directly in front of me and I couldn’t avoid the collision.

Sunday was my first game of pickup hockey.  Terrible idea.  My 90 minutes of counterclockwise circles at Jellybeans had not prepared me for this.  I fell down.  Multiple times.  Having grown up playing floor hockey (on feet), I knew where I should be and how to help the team.  The problem is that I couldn’t have gotten to the right spot if I had called a cab.  It wasn’t pretty.  And I’m developing a nice bruise on my left ass cheek (pictures definitely probably not forthcoming).

Today I got two hours of rink time to improve my skating.  It paid off.  I feel much more balanced and potentially not embarrassing to my team.  This is the difficult part for me.  I’m really competitive.  I’m not a natural athlete, but I’ve been decent enough at basketball, tennis, golf, racquetball, floor hockey, softball, baseball, table tennis and bocce ball to at least contribute to a team or put up a good fight.  I don’t expect to win every time out, but I’m going to fight like a meth addled bail jumper before I go down.

So when I fell down today, again, on the same left ass cheek, I did exactly what I should have – I got up.

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5 responses to “Falling

  1. Awesome! I took Nate to a birthday party at a roller rink a few years ago and at that age the moms still stay at the party. So, I strapped on the skates (cool brown and orange actual rollerskates…totally brought me back to Rollerworks behind Eastern Hills!) and got out there with him. He took one look at me (mind you, he was only four at the time) and said, “Mommy, could you just watch me instead?” Have fun with the hockey–it’s a great sport!

  2. That’s enough of that feeling-good-about-yourself nonsense. Don’t make me inline-skate all the way down there to kick your ass at a little driveway one-on-one. Wait a minute… bringing your wheels to Buffalo? There’s an indoor rink on Wehrle.

  3. Thank God, not another “would you rather”. I think what i don’t like about them is there is the illusion of choice.

    You’re only 30? I forget my blogging friends are so young. I’ll have to remember that before I start, um..continue doing my hectoring.

    Happy Birthday!

  4. Shan – You were no doubt the good looking mother I was referring to. Did Nate ask you to back off because of your skating, or because he just wanted to look cool on his own?

    Rollerworks! I couldn’t remember the name, though I vividly pictured the yellow mushroom benches with the orange shag carpeting on top. I went to many rollerskating parties there. I’d pay to rent skates, then roll over to the video games and spend my entire afternoon there rather than learning to skate…hence my problems now.

    Chris – Thanks for the encouragement. Always a true friend.

    Pat – The WYR is still on its way. Every day. Forever. Or until I get bored of making them up. But I have a rather consistent audience for them within my office, and we writers are nothing if not whores for attention.

    And I’m not quite 30. Not yet. But thank you.

  5. Mike, thanks for the good looking part, but you haven’t seen me in over 10 years…I’m not a high school senior anymore! As for rollerworks, please tell me you’d at least get out there to skate to Ice Ice Baby.

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