We parked a little ways off the path and I laced up my skates watching the bikes and skaters fly by- it did not help the sinking sensation in my stomach. After being helped up off the curb and almost taking out a couple kids in the process, I was forced to take the first steps. And steps they were. I'm sure people were staring as I practically high stepped my way up the hill towards to path- actually skating was too terrifying to attempt at that point.Then off went the family and I had no choice to try and transform my steps into skating., After some pointers and repeated instructions to not try and walk in the skates, I was able to keep up with the kids that were still getting a hang of it (yay for me!). I was in no way comfortable skating, but for the 3 mile skate trip I did not fall a single time (my flailing saved me more times than I can count). I know, I was amazed at the lack of crashing. The last half of the trip I kept thinking 'oh my gosh, I'm going to make it back and not even fall!' and then this song started playing on repeat in my head. Too bad I didn't have a group of people waiting for me by the car to serenade me. That would have been fantastic.
Now I just have to get enough practice in over the next couple months so I am prepared for the 10 mile skate trip we are going to do near their cottage in the mountains. I am not ready for hills...
oh good for you ho. The anticipation of doing something 'scary' is always worse than the thing itself.
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