My skateboard was up in the attic at the house, and I brought it over on Saturday. I started skating around 6th grade, I think. I did it because my friends did it, and I wanted to fit in. I stopped skating as much when I got to high school, but I still kept my board. I never was the type to try to do many tricks, although I did learn how to ollie. I mostly just used it to go around town with my friends. This morning, after many years of not being on a skateboard, I decided I would save a few minutes and skate to work. No big deal, right? Um, yeah. I guess I weigh quite a bit more than I did in grade school and high school, without the commensurate increase in leg strength. My right leg has to support my whole weight while my left leg is off the board, and my right leg also has to keep me balanced at the same time. That's a lot to ask of a leg, especially one whose only exercise is walking.
I made it all the way to work, but I was limping pretty heavily when I got off the board, so much so that I didn't think I could handle the two flights of stairs so took the elevator. I feel fine now, but I'm not necessarily looking forward to skating home. I'll still do it, though. Getting a bit more exercise isn't a bad thing.