I fell off my Skateboard. Again.
I have fallen off my board twice in 4 years. TWICE.
Yet each time it is in front of the whole damn family.
motherfucker.
Jon told me when I took up skateboarding again, that I was too old, and that I would fall on face.
I told him to shut up. I would probably fall, but big deal right?
We fall all the time.
Plus, there were my kids, frolicking in the driveway on their bikes, and I was sitting on the porch.
Sitting?
I am not much of a sitter.
So what the heck?
As a city kid, I was never one for bikes. Mine got stolen a lot.
So I took out an OLD skateboard, and gave it a shot.
Now, four years later, I actually wear a helmet.
We never did that shit before.
Of course I also don't ride a skateboard while holding onto a moving car anymore.
Call me crazy.
So I fell again, which will now remind me to also wear elbow and knee pads in the future.
And while Jon was putting band aids on me and laughing, I cried.
Not because it hurt, because he was right. I fell.
Crap.
My pride hurt way more than my elbow.
I was filled with embarrassment and doubt. Should I really quit skateboarding? Is my vanity blinding my reality? DO we really get to old for some sports? Can't be!
I will not give up.
We tell our kids all the time to get back up after they fall. Why can't I?
Why shouldn't I?
What kind of role model would I be if I quit because it hurt every once in a while.
Yes, foul mouthed one, but at least I practice what I preach.
I love to skateboard, it reminds me of me.
Yeah, it hurts sometime, but its worth it to me.
Isn't that what we teach our kids?
Why should that lesson have an expiration date?
So I bought more Advil, I wear more pads, but I have NOT quit.
Say what you want.
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