Skateboarding

I have always liked skateboarding.  Heaps of my friends in middle school and high school skated... and my interest has continued to grow over the years.  If I were to go on the MTV show 'Made', I would definitely want to be made into a skateboarder... that or a hockey player.  I just think it's super cool to watch and I genuinely think pro skateboarders have some mad talent.  And I have always been really intrigued by how exactly people get the skateboard to work... and sort of stick to their feet... it's just nuts. 

However, I have always been too scared to actually try it out.

Well, the other day, I decided to finally take the plunge.

After I got back from a run (I am currently training for a 10k race), I noticed my 9 year old neighbor skateboarding in the driveway with a couple of his friends.  I asked them how it was going... and then proceeded to awkwardly (naturally) ask them if I could join.  They immediately started laughing.  I then spent the next 3-4 minutes trying to convince three nine year olds that they should let me try... "I am a quick learner", "I used to dance so I have good balance!", "I've always wanted to learn", "I know how to surf", etc...  FINALLY, my neighbor, Scott, handed me his board. 

He helped me get on an balance, but when he let go and I started to move, I jumped off.  They all told me to get back on and try again... so I did.  It started moving again and I felt pretty confident... for about one second... and then I freaked out... and FACE PLANTED. 

After this, you'd think I learned my lesson... but no.  I tried skateboarding with them for about ten more minutes.  I finally could stand (with getting help balancing) and roll quite a ways without falling or jumping off.  Next, after accomplishing this, was trying to scoot myself down the driveway and get on the board without anyone helping me.  I started going and going and then FACE PLANT #2.

In between the boys' hysterical laughter, I told them I'd have to come back another day.

Oh geez.