hoooo boy. April 9, 2008
Posted by Abby T in : misc. adventures, rants & raves, ye olde sporte , 4 commentsI don’t have school on Wednesdays, but I sure did learn something: ice and pavement are not the same thing. Brilliant!
Backstory.
Almost two and a half years ago, I fell off a bench and landed pretty squarely on my left knee. I broke neither the bench nor my knee, but the latter did bruise pretty badly and the nerves at the surface were temporarily deadened. The bruise healed up pretty nicely, even considering the fact that a few weeks later I started playing hockey for the first time and found myself on my knees more frequently than my skates.
Fast-forward to a few weeks ago: the nerves in the skin on my kneecap were just starting to heal or regenerate or do whatever it is nerves do. Then I was struck by inspiration! I said to myself, “Self,” I said, “I know what you should do! Throw yourself down a flight of stairs!” “Okay!” said my body in return. “Sounds great!” My feet contrived a way to trip me and down I went, a-tumbling to the bottom of the stairs.
On my left knee. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. I was kissing my nerve endings goodbye.
Long story short, I went to the doctor, they told me I was an idiot and put me in a knee brace. Fast-forward to a few days ago. I was in the Sports Authority shopping for a new bike helmet (because my old one got stolen which is SO COOL GUYS REALLY) and I saw a display of hockey gear on sale, I guess ’cause apparently the season’s over? So that got me thinking about ice skating and how I should probably wear knee pads when I do so, because of this knee thing. So then I was in the rolling sports aisles getting these knee pads and I spotted some rollerblades on SUPER SALE:
Admit it. You’re into them. It’s okay. I won’t tell.
They’re technically roller hockey skates, but they were at a really good price - less than my helmet and set of pads combined - and I don’t know what the difference is between roller hockey skates and regular in-line skates, and I figured I used to play ice hockey anyway. So I bought them.
Over the past few days, I’ve been taking them out around the parking lots behind my building and it’s super fun. So today, I had to drop by school for a quick meeting, and I figured, why not skate there? The reasoning: if the distance between my apartment and school were flat ice as opposed to flat roads, I could skate there easily in about seven minutes.
However, my friends, I will say it again: ice and pavement are not the same thing.
The trip was hard. Way more fun than walking there, but it took a lot more out of me than I had expected it to. I didn’t think I’d have such an immediate, pressing need to shower when I got home. There was increased friction, there were spontaneous route changes due to potholes in the sidewalks, there were trillions of little tiny pebbles and sticks looking only to bring about my certain death. It was ridiculous, and now I’m tired.
And whiny.
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