I Ate Shit Today

It finally happened - I had a big bad fall on my longboard.

If you’ve been following my instagram stories at all, you probably know that I’ve been learning to skateboard for about a solid month now here in sunny Philadelphia. Learning a new sport at 31 seems to be no easy feat and that is amplified by the fact that I’m learning to skateboard in a city with some of the worst sidewalks and pothole dotted roads, crazy bus drivers and red light runners.

To be honest, it’s rather exhilarating.

Just One Pebble

Looks like I left my mark on Chestnut St. - dang pebbles.

Looks like I left my mark on Chestnut St. - dang pebbles.

I fell weird and I hurt my shoulder, the accursed demon shoulder that I have dislocated multiple times over my life. Falling backwards signals for me to breakfall as I’ve done a million times before in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, but today I had a backpack on and it gave me so much extra clearance that my timing was off - my arm ended up extended and the force of the blow snapped my shoulder back as I caught the ground.

You never know what’s going to happen - it just took one pebble to turn my pleasant downhill ride down Chestnut St. into a t-rex arm balancing fiasco struggle to get home.

No risk no reward, right? That’s what I’m telling myself anyway as I’ve got ice packs strapped to my shoulder. Just thankful my noggin is intact and my drawing arm is fighting fit.

All will be alright.