Last Friday I got out my roller skates again, for the first time in about a year. I put on my pads and my helmet, and I skated around for a bit. I ended up on the sidelines after about half and hour because I couldn’t handle the workout. A whole lot of falling on one knee and getting back up. Lifting my body weight is hard – especially after more than a week of bad sleep, a day of bad eating, and nerves.
I listened to my body and decided I needed to stop before I really hurt myself. I told my friends I would be there with them again next week and I would be more ready this time. In my head I was trying to figure out if I could get a way out of it. I’m scared.
I am scared of falling. I am scared of falling on my ass and making a fool of myself, I’m scared that I won’t be able to get through it again, I’m scared that I’m going to fail.
But then I read this post.
I am not alone. I can think of at least a couple of other girls from last Friday that probably felt the same as I did – and they made it through. There is no reason that I can’t make it through, unless I don’t try again. How could I not just try again?
This Friday I will be more appropriately dressed, I will have had more sleep, I will plan my meals better, I will do my best. And maybe I’ll fall, just to get it over with.