Rained out this morning, then onto other things.

Well, I got rained out, but a young man didn’t see it as more than a light wash for the concrete. On the other hand, I remembered that I grew up riding stone concrete driveways and not this gently smoothed skatepark crete.

Slipping seemed inevitable for me.

So, he skated on, and I went home. My spirit might not be super happy about it, but my knees are. A little stretching and yoga breathing, and I’m ready for tomorrow.