For a while I have been thinking of a proper follow-up article to the flurry of controversial articles I made. It isn’t that I have run out of ideas to talk about, far from it. I just have so many ideas that I have to get them sorted out. Then, suddenly, I read an amazing interview with Rob G from the Shocked blog (one of the better blading blogs in the internet in my opinion, check it out at http://stabyourselfintheface.com) and it inspired me to write about a topic that is ever present in my life. Blading when you get older.
I am not going to lie, this shit gets harder, both physically and mentally, as you get older. I remember when I first started rolling I could take a slam like it was nothing and just keep on going. No morning after pain, no muscle pulls, and no stretching or Advil needed. Fast forward almost a decade later, and it isn’t like that anymore. I am a bag of shit. My knees are bad, my legs are all scarred up and have nerve damage, and I am questioning my ability to reproduce from the numerous times I racked myself (which is good in some situations). As I continue to grow older and rollerblade I have learned one valuable lesson, I can’t treat my body like it is still fifteen. Now I know you younger rollers hear that all the time, and when I was young I was like “fuck these old bags of shit, I will never end up like that,” but trust me, rollerblading is as good for your body as cigarettes for cancer patients.* Our whole lifestyle is based on the premise that eventually you are going to get hurt (it’s just a question of how badly). That’s one of its twisted appeals. If everyone could do it why the fuck would I even care about it? It would have as much of an appeal to me as “extreme” breathing (which I am sure is more popular than rollerblading in some corner of the globe). However, I am paying the price for this adrenaline addiction. Sometimes I want to rollerblade but I am physically incapable of doing so, whether it is from extreme soreness, pain, sprains, or bad muscle pulls. These injuries fuck with your head. Even when I am at 100% I still question doing some things on the premise of rehashing an old injury. My mind didn’t play these games with me when I was younger. Getting older sucks, but does this stop me from rollerblading? No.
The physical pain and the mental second guessing isn’t as much as a problem as the responsibilities that come with being older and trying to rollerblade. I recently picked up a “real job” and got slapped in the face with multiple responsibilities. I even found myself setting my own curfews, turning down sex for sleep at times, and refraining from drinking (if you told my sixteen year old self this he would degrade me, kick me in the balls, and then proceed to emasculate me). I find that these responsibilities make rollerblading harder. I can no longer get up at 12PM and blade until 2AM during the week, I can no longer pick up my skates anytime during the day and catch a skate. I also find myself coming home tired from work, and not wanting to do anything but sleep. No doubt, the responsibilities that come with being older makes wanting to rollerblade, or finding time to rollerblade, harder. Does this stop me? No.
Have people used the excuses provided above to not rollerblade as much, or stop rollerblading all together? Yes. Those people are bitches in the truest sense of the word.
I am tired of hearing older rollers that quit (or come out twice a year) recite the same bullshit lines, “It got too hard, man,” “I didn’t have the time,” “My body couldn’t take it.” Sometimes. SOMETIMES, these statements hold true, but for the most part, when I hear people say them, all I hear is “Nick, I became a bitch and rollerblading crushed me under its greatness.” Then I begin to tune these people out as if they were adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon. I think these people were looking for an excuse to quit (or barely skate) anyway, getting older just provided them with everything they needed. If you truly love doing something you stick with it, it is as simple as that. Sure it gets harder to blade as you get older, but it doesn’t mean you quit, you just learn to adapt. This is where Rob G comes in. I don’t know Rob G’s exact age, but I know he is over 26 years old, and not only has he stuck with rollerblading as he has gotten older, he has gotten better! Now you’re saying, “Nick, you’re a dumb, Rob G is a sponsored pro, and all he has ever done is rollerblade.” And to those people I say, fuck you. Rob G wasn’t always sponsored, for a while, between skatepile and fiziks going out of business Rob G had barely any sponsors (and definitely none of the “big hitters” like boot companies). Also, sponsorship in rollerblading is about as useful as covering everyday expenses with monopoly money (seriously, I think extreme ironing gets more money, which is a shame). Rob G is the epitome of learning to adapt as you get older, for me at least (there are others out there as well, Jon Julio being the most immediate name coming to my mind). I literally become inspired when I watch Rob G skate, and it isn’t just his skating that inspires me. He has inspired me to treat my body better, and realize how crucial it becomes to do so as I get older. He has also inspired me to look at rollerblading differently, as more of a long-term activity rather than just something I do in the moment. I now find myself adjusting my diet, exercising more to stay in shape, stretching more, and warming up a fair amount before trying my hardest tricks right off the bat. I have even found an interest in yoga, you might think that’s “gay,” but I think it’s cool and challenging. I am not just focusing on the physical either. When I come home from a hard day at work when the boss was on my ass all day, and all I want to do is sleep, I tell myself, “stop being bitch, and go out there and do what you love.” One of my greatest fears is becoming one of these lethargic ex-rollerbladers who reminisce about the glory days and stops experiencing them. I want rolling to be a constant in my life, unlike those gelatinous dumb fucks.
So for all those who quit, all I can say is, “thank you.” You helped rid rolling of fake bitches whose natural instinct is to give up when things get hard. We didn’t need you to begin with, but if you really want to help out rolling even more, please buy some more products and let it rot in your basement/garage (or you know, give it to me so it can get some use). To me you’re just as good as those people who carry around skateboard that have never seen any use. You’re fake. You never loved rolling. Also, thank you, because since you left, there is just that much more rolling out there for me and my friends to enjoy.**
***SIDE NOTE: Be sure to check out Rob G’s blog at http://controlledaccidents.wordpress.com it is definitely a good read that provides a lot of insight.
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*I say rollerblading is bad for our bodies just from the mere fact that it involves getting injured at some point. However, I am aware of the great workout rollerblading provides when you are not getting hurt.
**I am aware rolling isn’t finite for all you smart asses out there.
-Nick. D



