Being on wheels

The wind was more willful there, like it was, when it was blowing by the sea. It was strong enough to nudge me along on my skates, while I stood there feeling it in my face. Before whipping strands of hair across my face, as I made a turn for the opposite direction under the last block of the row.

That was partly why I loved skating. I loved the wind in my face, and the distance that I could never cover if I was running / jogging instead of skating.

A hiatus of almost a year, with rare breaks in between, had rendered me completely paralyzed on wheels. Couldn't stand on my own, having to take baby steps sideways going down an almost non-existent slope, being paranoid of narrow spaces etc. But this had, at least, had me feeling a little accomplished today when I held my own for some extended distance without doing it as precariously as I had did previously.

The skating was good, and the big fat wind was a bonus. I was doing to do it again.