Skating every weekend has made me so happy. Just a bit over an hour, sometimes two each day.
It’s therapy for my body. It beats my ass. I progress.
Always a bit of a battle. Lots of focus involved. Some good sun on my thirsty bones.
Good vibes with the homies. That slow back foot, always, ugh.
I keep thinking of Rodney Mullen creating all those moves from his concrete pad in Florida back in the 80s. Skateboarding is a solo activity in a lots of ways.
Trying to make my kickflip more automatic and cleaner. Heelflip in progress and I’m starting to understand a few things better. Nollie heel was close at some point, so I thought (landed one with a toe) but I rocket them in my butt now. Nollie shifty at the top of the bank is so fun! Still miserable with 50-50s and 5-0s due to horrendous board control but I landed a few clean this year. Frontside nollie to tailslide to fakie on a small ledge happened too, which is insane when I think about how shaky my body was on my board a couple years ago. Frontside nollie to switch backside crooked up the hubba is doable, I stuck it a few times.
So much to play with. The world is a mess but this brings me joy for days.