Sunday, here in my city, was absolutely amazingly gorgeous. It was Easter Sunday, of course, so they forced every single person that works at the restaurant to pick up a shift. This meant I had to work at 4pm. Michael and I got up around 11, had some breakfast, totally didn't make it to the church service because we'd both gone to bed around 4am (me because of work and him because he'd been out with friends), and then lounged around for a few. I walked outside and immediately ran back in with "oh, we have to get up and enjoy this beautiful day... we can't let it go to waste!"I grab my roller blading gear... he grabs his running shoes, and off we go to the park.
Normally, when I go rollerblading, I go to the park downtown. The lanes are wider, it's made specifically for people to ride around or run around on bikes, etc. Since I had to be showered and at work at 4, there really was no time for all that mess... we had to go to the park right around the corner.
We got there, found a sufficient trail... and were on our way. Some hills were scary but they leveled out eventually. At one point, we decided to turn back so we'd make it back in time. At the very last hill before getting to the parking lot, I'd met my doom.
I told Michael I'd just go ahead, so he could do his cool-down walk. He'd been running the entire time. So, off I went. And then I realized I was fucked. The hill was steeper and steeper. At the end, you guessed it, the road. The road with the parked cars. The sidewalk that ended with just a small metal post in the center of it wrapped in caution tape. The 90 degree turn that the sidewalk took. The curb. The parked cars. The "oh my God, I'm going way too fucking fast. What ever shall I do?!"
I decided to try to take the 90 degree turn. No telling what lurked around the corner, but I felt it was better than either A) ramming straight into the parked volvo at the end or, worse, B) getting hit by a passing car. Taking the turn ended miserably, and I ended up hopping the curb and out into the street anyway.
The transfer from sidewalk to asphalt was not a pleasant one for the good ole roller blades. They didn't like it one bit. I can't say that I wasn't screaming like a baby... because, oh, I certainly was. I ended up running into a parked car and sliding into home base.
In case you were wondering, there were a few people looking my way. Once I'd made the landing, imagine, in your best "guy" voice... "Uhh... are you alright?" shouted from about 100 feet away. My response? "Yah. That sucked!"
I was CRACKING up. I thought it was absolutely fucking hilarious that I'd crashed on my roller blades - the first time, ever.
Michael came walking down the hill, then slowly turning that walk into a run. Thank GOD he didn't see any of that actually happen. :)
The damage? Well, since I was wearing elbow and knee pads, very minimal. I scraped my wrist, have a HUGE bruise on my ass, and some scrapes on my leg. I'm pretty sore today (and this was two days ago) so that tells me something!
As for work, I called my manager and told her that she probably would think of this as the most bullshit excuse she'd ever heard but that it was true! She made me come in anyway and I ended up being able to go home (by some random luck).
Michael and I met up with Blaire and a guy friend of hers and we went to the 6 o'clock service and to On The Border afterward. Their margarita swirls are FAN-tabulous, by the way.
Gotta love a roller-disaster. :) Haha. It's STILL funny!
