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.
Still can’t blade. Still wish I could.