In the last few days I’ve been able to do some skating, after a long break. The weather’s been warmer, it hasn’t been too windy, and I’ve had energy, motivation, and time. As usual, it’s taken a few days to regain my balance and confidence, though I’ve noticed my weight is all over the place, and not always over the balls of my feet.
Unfortunately the fine weather also brought out crowds of walkers, cyclists and others cluttering up the footpath and making skating that bit trickier.
I haven’t been making any progress on the skateboard either, and with my level of skill being only slightly above zero, I’m not taking the skateboard out into populated areas. Today I realised I could practise a little on the skateboard close to home, at the top of Mt Victoria: on top of the reservoir.
Off I went, skateboard under my arm, and discovered that areas of footpath I had previously thought absolutely flat were in fact inclined, enough to be beyond my skill. The top of the reservoir, though, is indeed flat, with a small, gently sloping footpath leading away from it that proved just right for some practice.
It was when I was walking home though, that I had one of those realisations that illuminate life. I realised that my chosen sports of skating and skateboarding are both about learning to move (primarily) forward, balance, turn, and stop. These are all things I need to learn and practice in my life in general.
In skateboarding, today’s practice at one stopping technique has left me with a sore wrist (perhaps slightly sprained) and a scrape and large bruise at the top of my thigh. In other areas of my life too I often have trouble stopping — witness last year where by December I was completely burned out. More practice at stopping is definitely required.