The life of a skater can consist on good days and bad days. I began skating as a child and I can remember skating so hard in my white skates with metal wheels that I would throw sparks....Man those were the good days. As I got older I started to go to the adult night skate session and I was in heaven. I went every Sunday night faithfully. As the gang epidemic started to flourish, I stopped skating for fear of being killed.
Here I am now at the tender age of 41 and I have been skating again for a little over a year. My daughter and her boyfriend both work for the skating rink here in Aurora, Co which is a wonderful thing for me and every other skaters dream. I go skating on an average of 5 day a week or a total of 25+ hours a week. I do all of this even though I work 12 hour days and I am also a college student. I have started to travel to other places to skate and I have even designed a t-shirt line with the name of the group that I created. I haven't been this happy in years and I have found one of my passions again.
On March 4, 2012, this would all change in the course of a few minutes and sideline me from my love of skating for an undetermined amount of time. In short I was doing a small routine and due to the floor of the rink not being monitored or cleaned of debris, I fell and broke my ankle in 3 places. The purpose of this post and the posts that are to follow, is to track my progress, give me forum to vent and also to share just how much this means to me.
