I ain’t as young as I used to be. And I think years of skateboarding might finally be starting to take their toll on my poor old body. I suppose up until now though I feel like I’ve gotten off kind of lightly on the ageing front. I guess Father Time has gone pretty easy on me really. In fact, I see some of my schoolmates from time to time and it looks like he’s really gone to work on them, what with the bald heads and beer guts. None of that for me yet (touch wood).
I’m starting to feel it in other places though. Everything hurts, and what doesn’t hurt doesn’t work so well anymore.The old knees don’t bend as well as they used to and my back goes out more than I do, the elbows creak and lock up now and then, the ankles have been bent more times than I care to remember... And the wrists? Well they feel like they are hanging on by a thread and seem to click incessantly. I feel a bit like an un-lubed robot.
It’s started to make skateboarding a real effort for me. When I was a kid I could go all day on a diet of
doughnuts and cola. These days I’m spent after three hours at the most. I seem to take an hour to warm up, then I get an hour of rolling joy, then an hour of tiresome struggle, landing nothing, before I finally call it a day.
I try not to let that stop me though. I’ve just had to change my approach slightly. I know I can’t keep up with the whippersnappers any more and I’m fine with that (Momma didn’t raise a quitter). So now the fun comes from being clever instead of big. I’ve realised that all that crazy stuff I used to try to do made me overlook the roots of why I started in the first place.
Fun. In retrospect, I think I was trying too hard. Good times can still be had by doing simple things – bombing hills and carving bowls take minimum effort for gigantic rewards.
So what if the old knees creak, the hair’s gone grey and you can’t kickflip like you used to? Age and skill level have nothing to do with enjoyment.
The talent ain’t in your toes – you skate with your heart,