High Kicks #5
Got to the park just after 10am, there was a white mist on the blue sky that kept the sun off for nearly an hour. My calf muscles are so sore! I gave two lessons last week and ravaged myself showing boys how to fall down the transition so they'd see it was no big deal and try to just drop in. Then I got to participate in the Skate Camp that is put on by Patrick, who does the snowboarding Jump Camp in the winter. It was so fun.
I didn't know what to expect. I just showed up and got busy skating with the boys. I still think its funny how nervous I get when I am skating with new people. I was all stick legs and odd angles for at least an hour. As the day went forward, I landed most of my tricks on one foot, and then none when anyone was watching. I skated for four hours the first day, until my ankles felt hot and swelly. I had a great time. The second day I showed up, again nervous, and got a cramp in my calf on my second run around the bowl. It was fucked for the rest of the day, but I kept trying for another three hours before I left to chase my lawnmower around some yards.
Again, so much fun.
My legs are polka dot purple, and there are bruises around my kneecaps where I am sure I didn't hit them. Overall they are jelly still, since I didn't do anything yesterday except laze around on some rocks, in the sun, at the river. But I still wanted to do my Sunday Skatechurch Session! So there I went.
I can feel the difference that skating for those extra hours this week makes. I am popping higher, and feel a little more connected to my board, but my legs wouldn't co-operate with me! I popped and flipped and hopped and spun, but I don't think I landed anything this morning. It was still good to be there, in the sun, enjoying fast stretched out laps around the basin in between trying really too hard to land some techy things I want back before the summer's out.
Every second weekend looks like a doable and realistic schedule for me and this project.
Time to make those posters.
Good Day!
