Gotta love a sunrise skate!
More goose poop and worms on the concrete today, giving new meaning to the term “muddy season.”
With the weather showing tangible signs of changing to spring conditions, I came around in a way this morning, too. I went to the alternate skatepark to mix things up and found myself moving closer to attempting a move I’ve been thinking about for some time.
“Going for it” sounds great (right, R?), but, at this point, I don’t really know what I’m going for! I haven’t been in the proper position or even one near it, the necessary posture is a mystery, and this is only the first urge toward a next stage (or small accomplishment) in my skating—it takes time. If only I’d come to that before my boardspill.
Today, I inched my way up, closer to my imaginary coping, each time feeling out the space a little more. Still haven’t landed the move, a 5-0/tail stall (we’ll see how it turns out the first time), but today I saw more of it than I had before—so that’s something.
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