Moving back to Austin has required a shifting of mindset.
A remembering of ooh yes, summer is when we bring movement indoors unlike our time in Oakland.
This summer we’ve done lottsa
free creative stuff (indoor obstacle courses, duct tape hopscotch grids etc.) but, eventually, it was time to pry open the wallet.
Trampoline parks. Bowling. Indoor mini-golf. Rock walls.
Finally I had to face the fact roller rink was our final option.
The child had been begging. I wasn’t excited. I’m uncoordinated.
Even 30 years ago when I skated weekly I merely rocked the basics.
No tricks. No fancy backward skate while simultaneously googly-eyed during couples skate. Forward movement only.
My skating years. Confidence much?!
It’s not skating specifically, either. I’m generally, overall NOT athletic.
I’m so wobbly during sporty endeavors that, while the Child may deem me her safe person, even she knows never to cling to my hand or we will both go down.
I’m not OK enough with it enough, however, to sit on the sidelines when we went to the roller rink.
I was terrified.
I joked (more truth said in jest alert!) how I feared I might break a hip.
skates on. still considering bailing.
I did it.
And I didn’t lace up & skate for *her* (she resembled the picture below most of the time.) — I did it for me.
I fell (once). I boogied (twice). I laughed (underwater tea party laugh!). I wasn’t very good.
I fell in love with it.
I fell in love mainly because I hadn’t felt so proud of myself in a long, long time.
4 reasons why roller skating is my new fave PLAYout:
- I’m terrible. The Child can see see how not good I am. It provides me opportunity to practice what I long to preach with regards to trying new things: it doesn’t matter if we aren’t great at something immediately when we’re having fun.
- It’s my running…or so I hope. I’ve always been jealous of how runners simply open the door and GO! Sure, I do the same with walking, but I’d longed to shake it up a bit. My ‘hood is hilly but I’m plotting a course where it’s “not so” and hope once the heat breaks my skills are ready!
I bought a pair for home use!
- I’m Tootie! #wycwyc isn’t just something I promote it’s my way of life. Say what you will about aging–the BONUS is we get to make many of the rules. In my house there’s absolutely no rule against skating on the hardwood. I’ve deemed myself the Tootie Ramsey of Texas.
- It’s good for me blather blather. Quite frankly, this is not my motivation. Skating is great cardio. Skating is gentle to the joints. Skating is a fab lower body workout. My love of the skate goes far deeper than that–but there is *that* if you care.
my local rink *tries* to make me care.
- It’s moving meditation. I wish I possessed words to convey how powerful this is. Walking still works yet the more I breath-walk the more easily Ive become distracted by my surroundings. The sheer movement of skating is meditative to me and I imagine this will only increase the more my wobbling decreases.
No call to action.
No question of the day.
All me, my skates and a profound wish I had ‘Oprah money’ as then you’d all possess sneaker skates as well.