I love skating. My affection for the sport came about almost three years ago when my friend, Jenny, and I re-visited a blast from the past. What started out as a weekly activity has turned into a piece of heaven for me.
Rollerskating is a form of peace. When I get on my wheels, nothing else matters. Even when people whiz by at different speeds. It’s just me and my wheels. Any thought or burden I walked into the rink with suddenly disappears – if only for a few hours – when I put on my skates.
Skating helps my confidence. Skating is rather scary. You have to learn how to control those wheels or you’re roll off. Each time I practice a new move and gain confidence in doing it, that’s helps my confidence off wheels. It tells me that with a little more practice and a lot more confidence, I can do it. And do it well.
Rollerskating makes me smile. There is nothing more exhilarating than being free while working out. I think it may be a little spiritual for me, too. I tend to leave the skating floor with a few new thoughts. Not that I need any more, but…hey. I’ll take whatever God gives me.
I could go on and on, but I won’t. I’ll share more joys of skating in a different post. In the mean time, roll on – literally and figuratively.