I woke up in a good mood, did things I normally do to get hyped to skate. Maybe it was the hundreds of texts, but I started to feel so much pressure and I wanted to just go skate. I ended up driving to this spot in Broomfield that I’ve only seen. The school right by Fuzz’s house. I thought the micro hip would feel like a hip, but it turns out it really just feels like flatground. My first kickflips did not come easy and it was depressing. Then I couldn’t even do a backside flip over the “hip” in 10 tries. I started trying f/s flip too. A few tries into that I don’t even know what happened. It’s crazy, didn’t even see it coming, but on a f/s flip attempt the board hit me in the face so hard. It was sketchy, I didn’t see it coming at all and it hit me right between the eyes. I chilled for a moment, let the bleeding stop (got a bloody nose, but it wasn’t bad). I tried another b/s flip and got a double shinner, focused the board and left. It was weird. I wasn’t even mad. I felt like I was void of all emotion. I went home and laid on my bed not thinking about anything. Just sitting there motionless. So depressed about skating I couldn’t even cry about it. Ugh. Getting old is not easy.

(setup 8.25 null abstract 6 deck, venture 5.2 cast baseplate/v-hollow axles, stock bushings, old 53mm bones v1 pj stf, jessup ultragrip, new balance numeric 306 foy white/gum size 12, rubbery lakai insoles)
(Pain level 3/10)

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