As i careened into the concrete wall, adjacent to the carpeted area at the local skating rink on a Wednesday night, i looked at Studley* and asked “What the fuck were we thinking? Seriously?”
He sat on the bench, stretching out his calves, and shins, and arches, and feet, and thighs and said “I have no fucking idea”.
We stood up, and launched our middle-aged carcasses back out onto the hard wood floor for another few counter-clockwise circuits. Dodging the little kids. Being swooped by the
douchebags more skilled skate-dancers.
On our next rest break…
daisyfae: Is it worth it? Really? Is this the stupidest thing we’ve ever done?
Studley [deep in thought]: …
daisyfae: We’re going to die! Is this the worst one yet?
Studley: We’ve said this before. I’m trying to remember when…
We went back after it. Around and around. Stiff of lips, and stiff of legs. All in – at least for tonight. Until we had to take another break, because the DJ had just turned down the ambient lights, and cranked up the moving disco lights, which had an unexpected effect on our stability and balance.
pic found here
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
Fuck you, Yoda. Now, how about using that Jedi-mind-trick-thingie to take down that dancing, skater, douchebucket who just buzzed past me?”
* For new readers, Studley McRocklegs is the call sign of my Statistically Significant Other, S.S.O. My dive buddy, adventure buddy, and fellow “making up for lost time” mid-life crisis partner.