Aaron at the Philly Free Skate tipped me off to the Europe skate. So I am the late addition, hailing from Manhattan.
Ironically, did not discover my athletic self until more than a decade into adulthood when the skate bug bit me. As a student, I lived in my head and weaseled out of gym classes to take more academic courses.
My first experience with inlines was when I visited a friend in San Francisco. We rented skates and giggled ourselves silly, wobbling up and down hills, holding onto cars and lampposts. Bought my first pair of skates as an unemployment gift to myself; the top-of-the-lines fit like gloves. My NJ housemate, who encouraged me to buy them, did not like being shown up when I successfully rolled backward my second time out. Ah well—we choose the sport that suits us. Helps to have spent bits of my childhood on roller skates coasting the driveway and taking trips to the ice rink.
Shortly after moving to NYC 11 years ago a friend invited me to the well-attended Wednesday night social skate. Heard about the faster, further, leave-bodies-by-the-side-of-the-road Tuesday night skate, 18-26 miles. Bought a helmet and went the following Tuesday, and every Tuesday for years. The social aspect made me forget how hard I had to work to keep up. At first I had to train with men 15 years my senior to keep up. I owe much to the encouragement of better, senior skaters, both female and male. Earned more scars on my knees as an adult on skates than ever as a child on Big Wheels.
Got new skates this summer. The 100mm wheels sail over rough pavement & potholes, and climb hills more easily. The cuff seam has bruised my entire right ankle, ripe for growing a bone spur. The discovery of EZ-Fit booties, a neoprene half-sock, has made skating enjoyable again.
Still mourn my last skates, which served me faithfully for 4,000+ miles. They have toured:
* Cross-country from Kittery Maine to Philadelphia Pennsylvania—8 states with 9 other skaters, 423 miles
* Two A2A road races [Athens to Atlanta, an infamous 100-mile-in-a-day skate event]
* Two Tour To Tanglewood North Carolina bike-a-thons of 90 and 100 hilly miles where cyclists treat skaters like minor celebrities and document me as their first female skater
* Defi de Montreal, 128km around the island
* Miami Great E-Skate, DC Skate Weekend, Skate Boston, Philadelphia Free Skate, and (NY) Big Apple Roll - fun weekends of 5-7 skates, partying and socializing.
* Paris Friday Night Skates and a three-day skate trip along a rails-to-trails path through French wine country
* Berlin
* NY 100K (for which I ran registration for a few years and sang the pre-race anthems)
* Eddy Matzgar's skate clinic
* a few Greenwich Village Halloween parades (thanks Aaron and Tracie for the loan of the Batgirl costume); the first year I skitched home (pulled along) on the back of a boyfriend's motorcycle
* … and years of weekly street skates over bridges to NY outerboroughs and NJ plus training skates of 50+ miles. Lots of pavement in New York!
Street skaters seem to have some qualities of an adrenaline junkie. I like to challenge my fear of heights by dabbling in flying trapeze, skydiving in Hawaii, bungee jumping in Florida over a pond (which bore a sign "do no feed the alligators"), and screaming in terror down roller coasters. From diving in the air to diving underwater, I have also had the opportunity to scuba the Great Barrier Reef in Australia, Belize, Cozumel, and Turks & Caicos in the Caribbean. It was dear skate friends who introduced me to trapeze and scuba, in fact.
Skating was a great escape from my unhappy and sedentary life pushing papers on Wall Street. Took a 7-year hiatus from skating to overhaul the career and grow a physically demanding business around another passion: Dogs. It was a tribute to my beagle Casey, no longer with us, that I created Camp Blossom out of a desire to be home for her in her senior years. I get paid to watch puppies play, offering a platinum-level service as dog behaviorist, trainer, boarder, and daycare provider. My dog charges learn etiquette in navigating a densely populated environment, demonstrating a calm, friendly, and trusting demeanor in any number of situations. The newly-built park in front of my building facing the Hudson River serves as my office. Before you feel badly for a city dog, wait until you see their activity and social calendar! In return, the dogs have taught me great kindness and an endless generosity of spirit. I log 4-7 walking miles per day but always prefer to skate!
Some of the most fun paid jobs have been on skates:
* Wearing a purple MSN butterfly costume to debut the new web browser by skating the city and singing badly-written jingles
* Skating with dogs - someone has to teach them not to launch and bark at skates!
* Skating with a cat (okay, that was my idea while catsitting last week—he liked it—but I have been hired to walk cats on leash outside)
Other passions include musical theater, fine dining, and fantasy novels. For 3 weeks every fall I hang up my skates and binge on a musical theater festival, attending 30-40 original musicals in 3 weeks. Have volunteered for the nonprofit producer, not quite ready to venture into producing myself. During the rest of the year, I attend an average of 3 live shows per week, from musicals to plays to bands to improv to cabaret. Lots to do and see and eat in NYC! Running with dogs and skating the streets affords me the eating habit, one of life's greatest pleasures. My current 25-book fantasy series describes life in and around castles, and war with swords on horseback. Looking forward to seeing castles and medieval towns!
Forty-and-a-half years old, single, and loving life.
If you have read this far, thank you for your interest. Thanks, Steve and friends, for taking a chance on a stranger.
Here's hoping for dry weather and smooth pavement. Looking forward to new skate friends, good laughs, and great memories.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Lara's Skate Bio
I started sk8ing in pre-K and still have the award for it. Continued to yearn for skating so the first real purchase I remember making with my own money (that I made from washing my parents’ car) was a pair of white quad skates from JC Penny’s, $40 (boy have I upgraded!) I even took those skates to college with me. However I never really skated until I moved back to Houston and found a nor-easterner that had inlines and introduced me to the streets downtown--then it was history. Next I found the Texas Club group that happened before the Tuesday night skates out of the parking lot at Fuzzy's. I made lots of friends and still consider them special.
For many years I skated downtown and then I decided to make fitness my focus. I used to skate out in Brookshire with JD Crislip and others early on Saturday mornings until that stopped when the price of gas skyrocketed. Then it was Memorial Park for training—however now it’s too rough and I prefer skating Sunday mornings with the Clear Lake group in Friendswood. We go to Starbucks after the skate—that is the best part (ask Chuck Bridgeman). I have skated many Texas Road Rash and Northshore Inline Marathons plus many Eddy Matzgar workshops.
Recently I have started participating in local duathlons and sprint triathlons since skating marathons requires so much travel. Plus on my plate right now is scheduling a wedding to a road cyclist—Chris Langley—for 10/30/10.
This is my first trip to Europe!
For many years I skated downtown and then I decided to make fitness my focus. I used to skate out in Brookshire with JD Crislip and others early on Saturday mornings until that stopped when the price of gas skyrocketed. Then it was Memorial Park for training—however now it’s too rough and I prefer skating Sunday mornings with the Clear Lake group in Friendswood. We go to Starbucks after the skate—that is the best part (ask Chuck Bridgeman). I have skated many Texas Road Rash and Northshore Inline Marathons plus many Eddy Matzgar workshops.
Recently I have started participating in local duathlons and sprint triathlons since skating marathons requires so much travel. Plus on my plate right now is scheduling a wedding to a road cyclist—Chris Langley—for 10/30/10.
This is my first trip to Europe!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Mar (picture to follow)
I first started skating when I was 6 or 7 years old. My neighborhood had several hilly streets—I owe all my knees’ scars to those streets! My sister, brother, and I used to roller skate down the streets all the time wearing no safety equipment—knee pads, wrist pads, helmets, etc. I kept roller skating occasionally untill I was 14 years old. Then we emmigrated to The States and there were countless things to be learned. Roller skating ended up in the not-important-to-do list.
When I was 27 and living in Houston, my ex taught me to roller blade on the streets of Houston. I was afraid of skating on the streets, but the satisfaction took over. My ex invited me to the Wednesday night skate at Shiloh’s back in 2002. I only skated for a few months. After my ex and I broke up, I went back to skating to release stress and other negative feelings. At the beginning I was shy with the group because English is my second language and sometimes people don’t understand what I’m saying. But I finally came to peace with that aspect of my life—well nobody is perfect!
When I was 27 and living in Houston, my ex taught me to roller blade on the streets of Houston. I was afraid of skating on the streets, but the satisfaction took over. My ex invited me to the Wednesday night skate at Shiloh’s back in 2002. I only skated for a few months. After my ex and I broke up, I went back to skating to release stress and other negative feelings. At the beginning I was shy with the group because English is my second language and sometimes people don’t understand what I’m saying. But I finally came to peace with that aspect of my life—well nobody is perfect!
Friday, July 16, 2010
Dana S...the Dana S. on a bike...okay, the FIRST Dana S. on a bike!
I came into skating after one of those life changing events—becoming a widow.
Once I was newly single again, I was encouraged to venture out into the singles scene.
Most of my life I have been (and still am) an equestrian. I came to a time in my life I was looking for a new hobby, possibly something less expensive than owning a horse.
I had a former co-worker, Starving Marvin, who worked as a furniture salesperson with me during the day and had a band called The Drop Kick Chihuahuas. His girlfriend encouraged me to come out and see the band play at Rockafelllers on Washington. That’s the first time I met Paul Weber. He asked me to dance, and then we sat near the stage. I had just received the glass of wine I ordered—a very full glass of wine. I was holding it in my left hand and some person stumbled, bumping my arm and sending most of the contents of the glass all over Paul. I was sooo embarrassed and offered the only thing I could offer to help him dry off: a tiny cocktail napkin.
The next time I ran into Paul, I had gone to see The Drop Kick Chihuahuas at the dive called the Blue Iguana. He came in on skates with a bunch of others skaters.
Shortly after that, I found myself buying inline skates. My first pair were Bauers.
I got them home. I set a chair in my garage, opened the garage door, put on my skates, stood up and pushed myself gently. I rolled ever so slowly out my garage, across the alley behind my house and GRABBED the telephone pole and held on tightly. That was exciting!
Before long I was skating from Shiloh’s in the Heights on Wednesday nights….Coming out of King Biscuit I landed on my rear end because of that dip….And from The Big Easy on Thursday Nights to downtown…Skating into Sanora’s, the biker bar that no longer exists, was a trip. Still a newby, I was so nervous that I’d run into and knock over a Harley, and get one of those tough biker dudes upset!...Getting back to The Big Easy to hear Luther & the Healers, was a ritual….I’ve skated quite a few Art Car Parades…A couple Blankenship Memorial skates. I’ve skated around town with Skate Trash… I skated most of one Toe Jam, San Francisco, and Philadelphia.
Time is drawing close to travel time. Getting excited!
Paul is going with me to Barcelona a few days before Paris. It’s been my dream to revisit where I lived as a preteen with my family. I haven’t seen it since. My memory is definitely fading.
I hope I won’t be the only one on bicycle, especially on Friday Night!
See ya in Paris!
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