So yesterday started 'serious' training for me. Not eating crap. No more boozing it up. (So obviously I was hung over from the night before.) My friend Greg and I decided to add rollerblading to the other physical conditioning stuff. So yesterday evening he brought me out to this paved trail in the woods that I had no idea existed. It was pretty cool, I saw six different deer, lots of raccoons and a skunk.
We got to the top of this bridge about three miles in and decided perhaps we should head back. It was starting to get dark and I was beginning to get the feelings of blisters starting on my feet. I hadn't been skating in a long while and was on brand new skates. We start back down the hill. It's really steep. A dad with two little girls on bikes passed us on the way down the hill. I tripped.
The next five seconds were incredibly long, because I knew I was going to fall and I knew it was going to hurt. I tried applying the break to no avail. I said 'fuck' in a normal, conversational tone of voice. I tried to grab on to the chain link fence next to me to attempt to slow myself. Obviously to no avail. Instead the interruption in my, up until this point, straight downward progress was now altered to the point where I was spun around violently and smashed face first into the fence and concrete breaker before bouncing off and to the ground, where I think I rolled once before completely stopping.
The dad and his little girls came back to see if I was okay while Greg was scraping me off the ground. I recalled that I had said 'fuck' and wondered if they had heard me. I didn't really care either way. We got off of the hill without further incident and then I fell again for completely no reason once we were on the flat. Greg just looked at me and said "That sucks!" Because yeah. What sucks about falling right after you're turning around after skating three miles into the woods is that you then have to skate three miles out of the woods while bleeding and embarrassed. A deer ran across the path about seven feet in front of us. I though how much it would suck if I ran into a deer.
I really actually didn't get banged up too bad considering. I have a big purple bruise on my lower lip, which is all swollen and my arms are all scraped up and there's a small scrape on my back, but I'm mostly fine. What bothers me is that I am going to have to go on that hill again sometime soon and I'm scared of it now.
