I was super excited to show my kids my skills and enjoy some nostalgia. I guess these days everyone skates on inline skates because I happened to look down and notice my brown skates with 2 red wheels on each side were in the minority. Carson chose to "not skate". WHAT? Andy took a few turns around the rink in his inline skates and called it good. So it was just me and my girls.
I was happy to find that roller skating was a lot like riding a bike! You don't forget! I did decide to however, sit out the limbo, and leave that one to the youngsters. And when the DJ said it was time for the fast skate, I shuffled off the floor. I watched Karly take a few times around and thought, well if she's out there, then I can do it. And the draw of Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was just too much. So I sped onto the floor. I was cranking it, my friends, even crossing over on the turns - I sped past all those little kids. My girls even said "Mom, you're really good!" I beamed with pride. Then it happened.
As I was doing my signature move of the cross over with my feet while turning, I felt myself slowly lose my balance, and there was no stopping it. I was falling, backwards, and my tailbone was going to break my fall. My large hoop earrings went flying and I heard a collective "Ooo" across the rink. When I went to get up, it was apparent to me my skating for the night was over. I managed to get up as the birthday girl skated by and asked if I was ok. I ,of course, said yes, and painfully took a few more laps with her, in hopes of shaking it off. There was no shaking it off. And I promptly turned in my brown skates.
When I got home, I could see I was a little scraped up, but it wasn't anything the naked eye could see. As I laid down to go to bed, and couldn't even lay on the side of my spill, I felt over 40. The morning revealed a purple bruise the size of a football starting at my lower back and extending downward. And any type of sitting was painful.
It's been a few weeks now, the bruise is gone, but there is still a tinge of pain every now and then. So this is what I want you to learn from my misfortune. Even when in your head, you feel like you're still 18, you're not, and your body might tell you otherwise.
And...pride goes before a fall.