My daughter said it was easy. She said I could do it.
She was fifteen; I wasn’t.
Buckling myself into a pair of inline rollerblades, I gave it the old college try—more like a high school hope—and stumbled my way along the sidewalk.
Apparently, to learn to skate you have to take chances, you have to be okay with screwing up, with falling. Yeah, no.
I never even made it all the way around the block.
Zach Choboter made it 9,000 kilometres, from Whistler, British Columbia to St. John’s, Newfoundland.
Zach ended his cross-country trip with a dip in the Atlantic Ocean and a Guiness World Record for the longest journey on rollerblades.
Me?
Still can’t blade. Still wish I could.
I loved skating. Indoors. With real roller skates. With awesome 80s music blasting. Those were the days.
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My only experience with roller rinks was as a kid, on vacation in the States with my parents. A lot more stumbling than skating 🙂
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Rollerblading across the Rockies would not be my idea of fun…
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Can’t even imagine! Day after day, after…Nope 🙂
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I spent time at the roller rink as a kid. I gave it up long ago. Good luck on your roller-blading adventure.
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Thanks, but I think my rollerblading days are done 🙂
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Some time ago, I learned the word “proprioception”. It’s something like awareness of one’s body position and movement, apparently something akin to balance. One way to develop the sense is to practice standing on one foot. As I have real trouble doing that, I suspect skating would be a poor choice for me.
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LOL! I fall over trying to put socks on. Yeah, rollerblading will have to remain a spectator sport for me 🙂
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Me either. But it looks like fun.
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It does 🙂
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