It almost didn’t happen. Somebody became enthusiastic about a suggestion I had made, and instead of ice skating, our next first-Sunday session with Grace Lutheran suddenly became roller skating instead. I hadn’t roller skated in six years. It was longer than that since my first, last, and only time ice skating. At any rate, there was nothing to do but dig out my skates, collect two riders, and head for Romp’N'Roll, where I remembered that there had been a little practice floor. It may have been the last place I roller skated prior to six years ago.
It wasn’t the only “almost” in my skating career. I went to a couple of roller skating parties when I was in grade school, and had a pair of skates of my own, which I used maybe two or three times on the street in front of my house. It wasn’t until I was nearly 40 that a friend encouraged me to start again. After getting started, I joined the speed skating team at Spinning Wheels, which local people will know got sold to Busy Beaver a long time ago, and they had no interest in seeing roller skating continue. After winning two bronze medals, I broke my ankle in a practice session one day — badly enough to need an operation to rebuild the shattered bones, including a steel pin with four screws, which is still in there today. But I was determined to get on skates again, although I never rejoined the team.
I skated my way through my second time at college and took kids from my class skating when I started teaching. But life got busy, and I discovered tandem bicycles. Every once in a while my moldy skates would turn up around the house.
Then our first trail mom got me started again, when she was taking lessons along with her daughter at the Neville Island rink. I cleaned the mold off my skates, lubricated and tightened the wheels, and took a deep breath. It was harder than I wanted it to be, and I had one painful fall. Not long after that, the trail mom moved to Connecticut, and I put the skates away.

But here’s a thousand-word picture. It was a good bit harder for me to get started this time than six years ago — a fine working definition of an “insurmountable challenge” — and I sort of wondered if I would make it. But by the end of the first hour I had moved from the practice floor to the main floor, and it felt really good! The first few minutes of the second session were hard, too, but the progression was more rapid, and I spent most of my time on the main floor. Meanwhile, the stokers were making their own peace with the procedure, not having ever skated before. There were frequent falls at first; fortunately, being lighter and closer to the floor than me, they weren’t damaged as heavily as I might have been!
I do thank God that so far, this time around, I haven’t fallen once! We have one more practice session before the main event, which will be ten days from now. After that, I expect there will be more and more Mileposters skating sessions until the weather gets nice for tandem cycling again. And those first two stokers-turned-skaters are already begging for their own skates!















