I hopped on a skateboard a few days ago for the first time in a couple of years, maybe 3 or 4 I think. I got my old board, an Alien Workshop deck, from momma K’s basement because I’d been getting the itch again and figured it might be good exercise. I wasn’t gonna be popping up to grind on a car hood or kickflip off the curb (which I could never do), but just ride for a while a few times a week at most, just cruise.
I have, at the bitter age of 26, lost every iota of balance that I used to have, completely. I was never very good on a board, even at my “peak”, but I could at least feel comfortable on it, just riding and rolling around. I used to love skateboarding and took every chance I got to go, even at the risk of getting caught by the po-po a couple of times.
I made it less than three blocks at a leisurely pace down the street before realizing just how fucking bad I looked, and how uncomfortable I felt. I could not believe how much I’ve lost and how embarrassed I felt walking back up the last block to my apartment.
Part of me realizes that a little practice would get me back to a semblance of a level of balance I used to have (at night when no one is around to watch me as I struggle to maintain my balance rolling down the street), but part of me also wonders if this is just a sign that I wasn’t meant to get back into it.
As much as I owe to punk rock and to literature, i also owe a lot to skateboarding as a kid, I met a lot of very cool people when I’d skate, I met a lot of people who didn’t judge me on my clothing, the fact that I was a skinny nerd, or the fact that I looked all doofy and shit (I actually ride doofy-footed), I was just another kid with a board who was willing to climb fences to get into schoolyards, give a middle finger to a cop, and not do “regular” sports (mostly because I sucked at them).
I don’t know, I guess we’ll see what happens, because I’ll probably be trying again. When there aren’t people around in the streets. Wish me luck.