Day 82 ~ Master Me

Day 82 ~ Master Me

 

Mar 23, 2014

 

My first: I practiced riding the Ripstik trying to master it.

 

It was a Sunday and we were all going to St. Louis Incredible Pizza to co-celebrate two of my grandchildren’s (Abbey 6 and Andy 2) birthdays. It was a good time. Then some of us went to my son’s house to hang out. I had some more gifts to give the kids because I didn’t want to drag them all into the pizza place.

 

It was a nice day and we were enjoying life and the sunshine on their huge driveway. Kyle got out his Ripstik, a 2-wheeled variation of a skateboard. Okay, time to come up with my “first” for the day! How about mastering the Ripstik! Sure, I’ll give it a shot! On it I went! Or so I thought. Nice try. Does this thing have a saddle? A bucking bronco would not have thrown me as often. I wasn’t falling or anything like that, just slipping off the darn thing with every try. Then I started to go farther and farther and became quite proud of myself with each centimeter gained from the previous try. Isaac my bonus grandson was a gem at helping me and trying to keep me balanced on the board.

 

Then came the first fall.  I had my rear foot too far back and ended up flipping the board a bit and landed on my rear. No harm done…just to my pride. I’m good. Keep on keepin’ on! I tried again and then I mastered it….not the Ripstik. I mastered the fall. I was slammed onto that concrete driveway and heard sounds coming from my body that you don’t want to hear. I was jarred; I was bruised; I was hurt. Everyone who saw was shocked. And I guess they were surprised to see me get up right away. Pride works the hardest when it’s hurt, you know.

 

I knew my right wrist got it the worst. It didn’t look broken, but we didn’t have x-ray vision. I was concerned as time went on because it was not feeling any better and my work requires two working hands…and I am right-handed totally.

 

Luckily, I did not have any jobs until Wednesday…so Monday and Tuesday were recuperation days. All better by Wednesday! I hoped. Tuesday ended up being x-ray day. I found out that I had a slightly chipped bone in my outer wrist and a sprain.  A brace was the order of the day to keep it from moving or being knocked and perhaps getting worse.

 

Just so you know, I WILL try this again. The body will heal and life goes on and so do I. A different strategy will be enforced the next time. And it’s my secret. Stay tuned.