So as I mentioned the house is doing this crazy diet and one of the things we have to do is exercise everyday. Walking gets boring after a while and my butt doesn't do well (on the bike I've had since 8th grade). So I decided to get some roller blades. Why?, you ask. I have no idea. I remember having roller blades when I was little, neon green, purple and black. I thought they were the coolest things ever. I also remember trying to use them once, failing miserable and never putting them back on again. Yes I was a fickle child. I went with Kim and one of her friends on their weekly walk. By this time I had had the blades for about a week and hadn't really mastered the skill of stopping, a pretty important skill to have when rollerblading. To get to the trail you have to go on an overpass above the road. As we enter the overpass there was a sign that read "No Skateboards and Bicyclist must dismount". So Kim says are you going to be okay coming down?" and I said "No I'm probably going to die!" You see going up was a steep incline, so naturally coming down would be down hill. I don't know why I didn't just turn around right then, I guess I was just trying to be cool. This wasn't just a straight shot, it was straight for a bit then turn (like in an L shape) went down a little more and then turn one more time.
So as I start going down, I gained to much speed and started to apply the brake....and it wasn't working. CRAP!! CRAP!!! CRAP!!!! Panic was definitely running through my body. What I failed to mention was there was a brick/concrete wall at the end of the first turn. So since I couldn't get my brake to work I then had to figure out a way to stop before I slammed into the wall and flew over the edge. Trying to be smart about my options I decided to slam into the side wall before I got to the end, which slowed me down a bit but still ended up running into the wall and falling on my butt. I have a nice little scar to remind me of that wonderful day. I'm just glad I'm alive.
