Lately, I’ve found myself drawn twice in the last week to the skatepark that’s adjacent to the section of the Beltline within my traipsing zone.
I timed my photo to not include the four guys that were practicing on the upper surface (not the pit), finessing flipping the board underfoot as they were airborne, by how they jumped up off the skateboard. Looked very difficult to me.
Me, I’m working on the trudging thing, accumulating those Fitbit steps. Today was a mosey day, with steps and, as it turned out, no “active minutes” (sigh). Still, I feel rather cleansed, even if I am certain that I could never get the jump-up-skateboard-flip thing down (in part because my abdominal/trunk muscles just don’t have that level of strength and coordination, and I sincerely doubt if they ever will).