That's just the way I roll
Last week I decided to buy myself rollerblades as a spring gift. I got a really good deal (old models was 40% off and I had a $50 gift card), bought protective gear from a friend of mine and set out to try my luck in my backyard (read: the old road that runs behind my building where the trashcans are).
And it was great! Sure, I had to hobble across the pebbles, puddles and broken pavement. Sure, at first I was so slow that an old couple on a Sunday walk passed me by. Sure, all the drivers of the cars I hugged the outside of buildings to avoid smiled at me in that consolation prize way (aaaaw, isn't she cute, hobbling along like Bambi on the ice). But in just twenty minutes I learned how to turn, how to move faster than a turtle and how to balance. Not how to break, unfortunately, but that's tomorrow's quest!
I think I'm gonna be great! 0 falls so far!
And it was great! Sure, I had to hobble across the pebbles, puddles and broken pavement. Sure, at first I was so slow that an old couple on a Sunday walk passed me by. Sure, all the drivers of the cars I hugged the outside of buildings to avoid smiled at me in that consolation prize way (aaaaw, isn't she cute, hobbling along like Bambi on the ice). But in just twenty minutes I learned how to turn, how to move faster than a turtle and how to balance. Not how to break, unfortunately, but that's tomorrow's quest!
I think I'm gonna be great! 0 falls so far!