Jake and I went to the Louisville park on a crisp, but nice night. Bikers were in the snake run and after a few cruises around doing nothing I noticed Jake headed to the deep pool and we ended up skating that for awhile. Jake killed it as usual. Backside grinds around the corner, front rock, back rock (both decked), maybe even a front 5-0 in the shallow. Jake was surprised that I landed a back rock in the shallow and even offered a beer for landing it. Unfortunately I would lose it later on by not landing a front 50. Anyways I had a fun run going with a carve in the deep end followed by a f/s carve in the shallow and managed a scratch grind in the shallow at one point. We moved on to the street area where I had a lot of fun grinding around a corner and then not ollieing. Jake front 50’d the hubba in a few tries then worked on front 5-0 and put it down. So sick. I tried a few ollies here and there and my knee worked, but I can’t describe how bad it hurt. Ugh. Then I started trying front 50s on a qpipe for awhile and took so long to land it that it wasn’t fun.Then we went over to the hockey rink.  Jake did like an eight trick line with a bunch of 180s, fakie flip, kickflip and tried to end it with a treflip.  I cruised around and did a few no complies and they felt ok.  Ollieing still hurt and I settled in to kickflips.  Over and over I wanted to land them again.  It’s funny I’ve only been hurt for like a week but I feel like a bruise shouldn’t hold me back as bad as it has.  Especially after seeing how badly some of my friends fall and don’t complain.  But it hurt like hell and I just wanted to do 5 kickflips in a row.  It took awhile but I finally did.  The knee somewhat loosened up, but ended up stinging in pain the rest of the night.  Ugh.  It feels like I only have a few more days of using the knee as an excuse.  At least I hope so.  I only felt like I was in my 60s today.  That’s way better than the 80s I guess.To all my fans out there (yes I’m joking) I apologize for the depressing updates.  I get bummed out on injuries real quick.  It hurts like hell to ollie, but tranny really doesn’t.  I guess that’s why so many old skaters stop skating street.  Hopefully I’m not there yet.

Ugh. Ollie and I went to Southern Hills on a pretty nice night. I wasn’t expecting much and my left knee was still hurting pretty bad. Little did I know that since I haven’t been stretching like normal or skating like normal my whole body felt like a sack of potatoes. It was horrible. I seriously couldn’t ollie. Not the same for Ollie though. He was ripping. Full speed mongo push ollies down the two stair, nose grab flyouts out of the handicap ramp, silly-start-of-a-run flip the board and jump on it, smiles for days. John showed up for a bit. He kept it pretty mellow too, but the switch slappy noseslides are seriously the hotness. We had to be back before 9 for Ollie’s bedtime. I sat depressed with ice on my knee feeling at least 80 years old.