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Friday, July 22, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
My foot is still with us.
So the other day, I had written a short perspective about my foot and hospitals, but briefly removed it because I was concerned that I was manifesting negativity, which would inadvertently delay the healing of my foot, and work against my will to pull through. Upon removing my original rant, I immediately decided that my foot would be fine, and I'd power through whatever attitude it was going to give me. That being said, now that my foot is feeling much better, I believe that I can retell the story. So here it is: a first account of the skate adventure that brought me to it all: enjoy.
On Wednesday afternoon, I had called a friend up to go skateboarding. We had talked about scheduling this skate date over the weekend, and that basically meant I had been looking forward to it for at least 3 days to the day. Well, Wednesday came around, and boy was it a busy day. I woke up late, meaning I was supposed to be at my friends house a half hour before to help her move. I leaned over the left side of my bed to grab my phone, still plugged in to the wall jack, and from the prone position I called my friend and explained that I just woke up, was throwing clothes on, and heading right over. I swooped my roommate on the way out and we shot over to my friends house where throughout the day we accomplished to move her things completely out of her house and into her storage unit. After that swelteringly hot operation, we headed back to my house to swim and get lost in some sauce. Basically I busted out the cold 30 pack from the fridge threw em in the pool cooler, and went to town on a few of them whilst floating about the pool with my friends.
A few beers down it dawned on me...skate date. I called up my skate-date partner and she said she had some work to finish up, although adding that it was still a bit hot, and we should wait for it to cool down, at which point I chimed in that she should come swimming and bring her girlfriend, who is also a dear friend of mine. An hour or so went by and by this time I was assuming that skating may not happen, and so here I am just swimming and throwin' em back. Well, my skate partner called up and was headed over. When she got to the gate, I opened it up all dripping in my swim clothes, and she says "let's go skating." My excited expression changed to a very "uh-oh" look to which I said, "oh, I thought we were just going to swim." And she was like "no, I thought we were going skating." So all that dialogue said and done, and I being a jack of my word, I said, "ok, let's do this!" In a matter of mach speed minutes according to a drunk person, I ran to my room and changed out of my wet clothes, and then ran out to the car, board in hand, sandwich in mouth. After-all I had to sober up.
When we got to the skate park, I barely remember someone referring to some elbow and knee pads sitting in the trunk, but I was like, "woooooooo!" and skated off toward the transitions. I paused in a shaded corner to slurp down a couple Otter Pops while I surveyed the terrain. My friend was well into the action on the ramp, doing cool maneuvers on the coping that I couldn't even begin to attempt. I watched in awe of her abilities. I skated closer.
Most of the time I drop into a ramp right off, but being in the state of mind that I was, I decided to just feel the ramp first and play from flat to transition, pumping back and forth and trying to revive my skate legs. This is usually where I find myself, when I don't skate for months/years at a time, and then spiral myself back on it as if I might have the same agility and trick memory as the last. Bottom line, I just don't. So here I was a few attempts at rock'n'rolls, and my fave which is fakie-180 rock'n'roll over the lip, then 180 that rock'n'roll back off the lip and roll front ways back down the ramp. I almost had it, too. Then, whabam!!! The board slid out, my arm went out for the slide catch diversion, and my right foot rolled over in a north right direction toward its pinky region. And as I lay there precariously at the floor of the ramp, I said to myself "see Jack? see? I told you so." Gosh darn it. If I ever listened to myself, I may...well...never have fun. So here I am, sore arm, sore foot, and running after my board.
Maybe it was the Otter Pop sugar high, or alcohol in my beer, or the adrenaline rush of embarrassment, but I shook it off and kept rolling around the park, but really just to find my way back to the shaded corner where I could only hope to find someone just chillin with a big blanket and a warm bottle of milk to offer me. Alas there was none. Whatever.
The sun had sunken lower into the Pasadena hills, and my friend was pretty tuckered out from her rad skate sesh. Seeing as I wasn't looking as if I was gonna hit those banks anymore, I'm pretty sure beside her being ready to go, she knew I was done for the evening as well. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I looked at a fella sitting in a wheelchair in the back of a van, parked in the shade, sliding door wide opened, no good view of the skatepark or batting cages, but a few dingy cars in the parking lot. And I was like "gee, think they could have given the guy a better parking spot?" And then I just went back to feeling drunk.
I repeatedly thanked my friend for such a great time at the skatepark, looking forward to our next opportunity, and we bid adieu as I ran...well, actually limped by this time, inside the house. I can't really remember what I did that evening other than get back in the pool, pop open another cold one, and complain about my foot.
I fell asleep with a fat bag of bone chilling ice strapped to my foot.
On Wednesday afternoon, I had called a friend up to go skateboarding. We had talked about scheduling this skate date over the weekend, and that basically meant I had been looking forward to it for at least 3 days to the day. Well, Wednesday came around, and boy was it a busy day. I woke up late, meaning I was supposed to be at my friends house a half hour before to help her move. I leaned over the left side of my bed to grab my phone, still plugged in to the wall jack, and from the prone position I called my friend and explained that I just woke up, was throwing clothes on, and heading right over. I swooped my roommate on the way out and we shot over to my friends house where throughout the day we accomplished to move her things completely out of her house and into her storage unit. After that swelteringly hot operation, we headed back to my house to swim and get lost in some sauce. Basically I busted out the cold 30 pack from the fridge threw em in the pool cooler, and went to town on a few of them whilst floating about the pool with my friends.
A few beers down it dawned on me...skate date. I called up my skate-date partner and she said she had some work to finish up, although adding that it was still a bit hot, and we should wait for it to cool down, at which point I chimed in that she should come swimming and bring her girlfriend, who is also a dear friend of mine. An hour or so went by and by this time I was assuming that skating may not happen, and so here I am just swimming and throwin' em back. Well, my skate partner called up and was headed over. When she got to the gate, I opened it up all dripping in my swim clothes, and she says "let's go skating." My excited expression changed to a very "uh-oh" look to which I said, "oh, I thought we were just going to swim." And she was like "no, I thought we were going skating." So all that dialogue said and done, and I being a jack of my word, I said, "ok, let's do this!" In a matter of mach speed minutes according to a drunk person, I ran to my room and changed out of my wet clothes, and then ran out to the car, board in hand, sandwich in mouth. After-all I had to sober up.
When we got to the skate park, I barely remember someone referring to some elbow and knee pads sitting in the trunk, but I was like, "woooooooo!" and skated off toward the transitions. I paused in a shaded corner to slurp down a couple Otter Pops while I surveyed the terrain. My friend was well into the action on the ramp, doing cool maneuvers on the coping that I couldn't even begin to attempt. I watched in awe of her abilities. I skated closer.
Most of the time I drop into a ramp right off, but being in the state of mind that I was, I decided to just feel the ramp first and play from flat to transition, pumping back and forth and trying to revive my skate legs. This is usually where I find myself, when I don't skate for months/years at a time, and then spiral myself back on it as if I might have the same agility and trick memory as the last. Bottom line, I just don't. So here I was a few attempts at rock'n'rolls, and my fave which is fakie-180 rock'n'roll over the lip, then 180 that rock'n'roll back off the lip and roll front ways back down the ramp. I almost had it, too. Then, whabam!!! The board slid out, my arm went out for the slide catch diversion, and my right foot rolled over in a north right direction toward its pinky region. And as I lay there precariously at the floor of the ramp, I said to myself "see Jack? see? I told you so." Gosh darn it. If I ever listened to myself, I may...well...never have fun. So here I am, sore arm, sore foot, and running after my board.
Maybe it was the Otter Pop sugar high, or alcohol in my beer, or the adrenaline rush of embarrassment, but I shook it off and kept rolling around the park, but really just to find my way back to the shaded corner where I could only hope to find someone just chillin with a big blanket and a warm bottle of milk to offer me. Alas there was none. Whatever.
The sun had sunken lower into the Pasadena hills, and my friend was pretty tuckered out from her rad skate sesh. Seeing as I wasn't looking as if I was gonna hit those banks anymore, I'm pretty sure beside her being ready to go, she knew I was done for the evening as well. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I looked at a fella sitting in a wheelchair in the back of a van, parked in the shade, sliding door wide opened, no good view of the skatepark or batting cages, but a few dingy cars in the parking lot. And I was like "gee, think they could have given the guy a better parking spot?" And then I just went back to feeling drunk.
I repeatedly thanked my friend for such a great time at the skatepark, looking forward to our next opportunity, and we bid adieu as I ran...well, actually limped by this time, inside the house. I can't really remember what I did that evening other than get back in the pool, pop open another cold one, and complain about my foot.
I fell asleep with a fat bag of bone chilling ice strapped to my foot.
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