Mission: To fight the fear and (re)learn how to roller skate, while ignoring the voice in my head reminding me that I am 30 plus years old and probably more suited to drinking sticky drinks than to have sticky skates.
My last time on roller skates was when I was about 10 years old. It would of been the same summer I broke my wrist navigating a curb, being the super awesome skater I was.
I may have taken awhile to jump back on this horse, but I learned myself up good. Check out my armor:
Check out my smile :D
1) Stopping; using snowplow method (great for when I have 20 or more feet clear before actual cessation of movement becomes necessary).
2) Turning; by shifting my weight to one side. It's finally good for something.
3) Falling; by standing in one spot, squeezing eyes closed, and following the directions provided by slapstick pantomime of person making flinging themselves from a great height onto a very hard surface from The Man who is standing on the other side of the nearly sound-proof plexiglass. Someday I will learn to fall accidentally.