Me….telling my story…..again…..been thinking a lot about this over the past few days.
I skated very little as a kid but was stoked on PP skull and sword graphic. When I saw it on Amazon in my 40’s along with skull and snake I bought one of each thinking I might skate. I skated those boards *maybe* for a half-hour total over 5 years. The boards just sat unused in my garage.
As my 50th approached I planned on re-learning running up a tree/wall/ utility pole and back flipping, but it felt weak and I knew it would be easy for me. At the same time I was discovering that there were skate parks EVERYWHERE.
Yadda, yadda, yadda, on the day of my 50th I went to the skatepark to learn to drop in. I had no business being near ramps with my skateboard, but some of you know already, and others will discover, mid-life is a big deal in the mind. On that day all I achieved was a drop-in to a 4-ft incline ramp, and not gonna lie I had some tears in my eyes from the combo of fear and excitement as I got nearer to getting it. Fucking shit was SUPER scary for me, but I was obsessed with this goal for some reason. I did NOT drop into the QP that day.
It took about 3 more weeks to get a successful QP drop. I got many slams at first, but when I got it, I did 4. Then I pushed for a bit and got 4 more…..ultimately getting 16 drop-ins dialed in that day. I expected a BIG rush of excitement once I accomplished my goal but it just wasn’t there. Maybe a little bit of satisfaction but overall a I had a sense of something larger, looming over this accomplishment.
I realized that what was a HUGE goal for me, to drop-in to a QP, was really not a goal in the big scheme of things. I discovered that what I had learned was a skill that would launch me into other tricks. As if my goal of dropping in was like setting a goal of learning how to draw an arrow back in a bow. I knew that what I needed now was a target and to let fly.
So I returned to the park, drew the arrow back, aimed at the bullseye of a rock-fakie and let the arrow fly. I immediately FUCKED my lower back with my worst back injury EVER and could barely function as a human for 6 weeks.
Then I returned and got better at skating and then FUCKED both knees for 15 months.
My rock-fakie, however, is *divine*. Totally worth it.