Thursday, May 27, 2010

Roller BLADE!

Last week I got the inspiration to go rollerblading on the legacy pathway.
Why? I have no idea.
I put on my decade year old rollerblades that had cobwebs all over them and rolled away from Center street in North Salt Lake heading towards Parrish Lane in Centerville.
I was moving pretty fast and thought this was the greatest thing! I couldn't believe I had picked it up so well after all these years of absence.
Little to my knowledge did I recognize the tail wind I had. Because of this I went further than I realized or should have.
I was running out of energy and my feet were slightly starting to hurt so I turned around to head back to my car when I realized what my future held.
DEATH!
The wind was so strong that each push with my leg was tripled with force working against me. I made it half way back to my car when my feet were throbbing uncontrollably. I tried to keep going but in defeat I sat down on a bench in tears.
Did I mention I had no water?
I had no water to drink and was parched!
I called sweets and asked him to come find me somewhere along the dreary path and drive me back to my car. Shocked at his response to actually leave work and get me, I quickly mustered up the courage to not give in and replied I could make it to my car and that i appreciated the option.
I started back on my rollerblades and made it 1/4 mile before the wind, dehydration and my feet stopped me again.
This time I took off my rollerblades and and saw 2 giant blisters on the insides of both feet. I new I was in trouble.
Underneath my arms I carried my rollerblades and walked/hobbled, what have you, 2 miles back to my car. I sat in the drivers seat for about 20 minutes with the AC running on my face while drinking warm water out of a bottle that was left in there from some time ago. I vowed I would never put rollerblades on again!
That night I emptied the 2 blisters and bandaged them up. They hurt to walk on and get wet. It was by no means the great experience I was hoping to have.

This morning at work I looked down to itch my ankle and through my shoe I saw the scars from those 2 blisters. Even after all this time I still have to wear the painful memory with me!

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