While Conor’s in California, I’m practicing longboarding and doing my best to pick up my game so that we can be a longboarding couple, like we’ve always dreamed we would be. Tonight, I was out on the street cruising and taking my skills to the next level or, at least attempting to although I must humbly admit that well, I did pretty good. The humble part in all that is that I took a fall, which turned out for the better rather than the worse. Fortunately I wasn’t going very fast and I had the sense to do a roll. My pride was a little wounded, especially since I’m positive there were witnesses, but, after a couple minutes I actually (surprisingly) felt more confident on my board. I really needed to take a fall and just eat it a little and then get up and go again and prove to myself that I’m a little tougher than slow-moving asphalt. I might feel differently come tomorrow morning when my hip is aching and I’m try to will myself out of bed to go for an early morning run. But we’ll see.
PS: This was such an exciting event that I decided to take myself out for FHE McFlurries. I knew that’s what Conor would do, right sweetheart?
