“LET’S GO SKATING!”
I woke up to those three glorious words a few weeks ago when Chelsea, one of my best friends from back home in New Jersey sent them to me in a text message.
In a previous post, I mentioned how I bought a pair of roller skates several months ago in Raleigh. My interest in roller skating was initially rekindled after I had looked for fun activities to pursue in Raleigh and discovered the Carolina Rollergirls roller derby league. I thought, “I can do that! Roller skating and ice skating are among the very few sports I’ve always been good at!” Eventually, my ambitious dream of becoming a roller derby champ faded after reading about the time commitment the sport requires and hearing from numerous people upon mentioning this aspiration, “Uh, I don’t think that’s for you Christine. You’ll never survive.” Although my professional goal was shot down, I decided I would still purchase a pair of roller skates. What’s a better and more fun way to exercise than roller skating?
One Saturday afternoon, shortly after I had gone for a run, I set out on my quest to find a pair of skates and headed to Jellybeans Skate Center. Not only did I not realize how far of a drive it would be, but after making the 45 minute trek to Jellybeans, I realized that because I had taken my apartment key off my wallet for my run, I wound up leaving the key on my desk and locking myself out of my apartment. Before heading home, I texted my roommate asking if he would be there to let me in or whether I could meet him somewhere to borrow his key. When I finally got back to our apartment, he asked if I had been out running errands. “Well, sort of,” I said. “I went to buy a pair of roller skates!” I proudly declared. He began cracking up. “So not only did you wind up locking yourself out of our apartment, but you’ve been out all day buying roller skates?”
After proudly declaring to the social media world that I had bought the pair of skates, my friend Chelsea texted me, “OMG I WANT TO GET ROLLER SKATES TOO. THEN WE CAN GO SKATING TOGETHER!” Shortly after Christmas, I asked her what her favorite gift had been. “Definitely my new roller blades!” she said. We were ready to roll.
The day after New Years, we went to the park where we skated for about an hour and a half. “Hey! My mom used to own a pair of those,” the man who took our photo commented, pointing to my “diner girl skates.” The weather was beautiful for January, a herd of deer were grazing in the nearby field, the sun was setting, and a group of ten-year-old boys began cracking up as a tripped over a rock and fell during the last few minutes of our skating adventure. It was perfect. It was only appropriate that we ended our adventure with a trip to Sonic to get ice cream.
The sun setting at the park that day.
If you’ve ever found yourself thinking, “What ever happened to roller skating?” or even, “Why doesn’t anyone go outside anymore?” or “I wish there was a more fun way to workout,” I hope that you will help us in the movement to bring roller skating back.
What do you guys think? Do you have any fond roller skating memories? Anyone own a pair of skates or have kids who do?