The (not so) uneventful skate

So, I head out for a little skate after my post for the evening, thinking I'll have an uneventful session. Yeah, not so much.

Event 1: One of the things we have to do at derby try-outs is a "start". There is this rad running start on your toe stops that all the cool kids do. I make the brilliant decision that this is a good idea for beginners. About 4 steps in, my feet go out from under me and I land hard on my ass and hands. I think my favorite part of the fall was my "Oooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as I went down. I knew it was coming. This was a "lay on the pavement and pray to baby jesus that nothing is broken" type of fall, my friends. My hands are literally bruised. I am ever so thankful for my fat ass that may have saved my tail bone from a worse fate then the general throb I have going on now.

Event 2: One of the skater boys came down to check on me. You know how you can be totally fine until someone asks and then you choke up a bit? Yeah, that's me. But I wiped away the tear in a fake sweat wipe. He was very sweet and asked me how long I had been skating and such. So, nice fella.

Event 3: After getting back on the horse a bit and practicing some one knee slides, I head back toward my house. As I was cruising along the slight decline, I turned around to thank the guy who had inquired about my well being. My skate caught a rock, and I went down on my knees, then my boobs (thanks for the padding, girls) then my helmet. It must have been a pretty hilarious sight, but the boys were kind enough not to laugh and point. And I thanked them for that.