My ankle is finally starting to become bearable to skate on again. It was a long 38 days to have to wait and I am glad it is finally over. During the last month or so, all I could really think about was how stupid of a fall it was that messed my ankle up to begin with. I blogged about it here already. Well, fortunately, I was able to get back out to the park and start getting back to business. It felt very nice to be able to ride again with not much pain. There are of course some tricks that I have avoided, particularly anything like 50-50s or 5-0s where if I miss my ankle will inevitably overstretch. Other wise though things have been great.
Here is a short compilation that I made. It was really nice to get back into transition. Learning some lip tricks was certainly one of the best investments I've made in skating, since they can be done with relative ease and low risk in times like such.
Even with all this fun to be had though, the stupid rail that messed me up to begin with was what I really wanted to get back to. So finally I dedicated a couple of quiet weekend hours to getting the rail back and taking some vengeance on it for its transgressions. Well, I'm sad to report that it got the best of me. I didn't re-injure anything fortunately, but I soon learned that I need more rail. Then after computing the fun/risk/accomplishment assessment, I decided to hang it up and focus on something else (yet to be determined.) I basically decided that I wasn't going to have the ninja skills necessary to get on and off this rail in the amount of time required. Further, it wasn't fun to skate anymore, I was putting my ankles at risk again since I wasn't pulling back out in time to land, and even if I did land the rail it really isn't impressive at all. So yeah, I didn't get my vengeance, but I'd like to think that I still have my dignity. I'm now on the hunt for another rail. I've got a few in mind, so I will just have to see how things play out.
Really at the end of the day, it is just really nice to be back. Even if I had to admit defeat.