So I am back in California after winning the German Bowl Championship. (I must and will write on that but am kind of waiting for it to just come, i.e. Sing to me oh great Muse...)
The weather is great and I just went on a rollerblade down by the water. It was pretty fun, although my blades are not great and my knees might be worse. The scenery was beautiful and I think my 'blading' gave people something to smile about on their daily walks, runs, and bike rides. I was the only 'In-Liner'.
But as I used to be quite the skater, the ride lacked 'features'; you know stairs or mini jumps of the likes that liven up a ride. So when a little off road hill appeared, and my spirit ached for a change-up, I went for it. The drop in was exhilarating, but about ten feet into it I hit some soft dirt, dug in my front wheels, and flips over as if I was trying to stretch out for the pylon. However, I immediately began an uncontrolled, belly stirring laugh. It was super fun! I got to my feet, still laughing, and seconds later got leaning too far back, probably in some unconscious over-compensation and almost did a back flip into the dirt. This really got me going and I proceeded to sit down on a bench by the water and laugh at myself for a good couple of minutes.
My falls, failures by some measurements, were the most fun part of my blade. Even though I'm sure it didn't score me any 'cool' points with the attractive girl in black spandex that I had just passed, my day would not have been as good without my falls. Maybe there is some kind of lesson there.
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