Skate Park!

Throughout my teenagerhood I was one of those girls who sits with the other girls at the side of the skate park & talks about periods while their boyfriends skate; waving & smiling whenever they shout that they've pulled off a new move & generally having the air of a mother at playgroup while the kids are being adequately supervised by professionals and are therefore having some time off for a good natter.

Today however, I got down & dirty & jumped right in to that skate park, all wheels blazing (not really, that would just be dangerous). I genuinely have new respect for my bin-liner friends now, that shit is HARD! The floor slopes all over the place & is made of CONCRETE, and the ramps are all shiney & designed to make you slip off them in any given direction. A lethal combination.

I thought I'd start safe & got on the smallest ramp in the place, bum first, & wobbled to my feet. I'm not scared of heights, but now I now how vertigo feels! I stood at the edge for ages, during which time more & more people noticed what I was doing & came over to watch & 'cheer me on'.



Finally I summed up the courage &, predictably, went straight on my arse. Strangely the pain of sliding bare skin across a concrete floor doesn't kick in iuntil a few hours later, which is probably what led me to have 2 more goes before giving in. I did, however, make it down without falling over! Woop! I may be foolhardy, but I don't like giving up.



After that I stuck to the half pipe which was a lovely shiny surface all over so a lot less painful to fall on.



It's also easier to stay upright because just as the point where you would hit the floor there's a nice smooth wall to rest your arms on. It does, however, lead to compromising positions like this;



A massive thanks to Mooks & Sui for suggesting picnic & skating, I had an awesome day. Even if my ass is bright red now.