By corvidae on Skatehive
Nobody does what I do out here. Out here on this warm, soft, forgiving mall ice in the Pacific Northwest, freestyling on hockey blades while figure skaters half or one third or even a quarter my age bounce and twirl and ricochet like pinballs around the rink. In the beginning no one understood my motivation. "Why are you doing that in hockey skates?" "It's a thing," I insist. It is. It's a thing everywhere east of here. It's a thing on the East Coast, it's a thing across the pond, a thing into the Scandinavian Northlands and a thing across the EU. It's a thing in Russia, and it's a thing halfway back into the Pacific in Hawaii. It's just not a thing here. Not yet. There might be one or two others doing what I do here, but I never see them. It gets lonely. I try to recruit skaters. Maybe I'll be more effective now that I finally understand wtf to do and can kind of do it. I'm good enough now that people watch me. Do I make it look fun? Maybe. I'd rather they were out here with me. The e