Rollerblader Diary
Thursday, January 19th, 2006A first hand account of Phillipa Elliot’s progress
on learning how to skate.
Lesson 1 (of a 4 week course)
I didn’t really know what to expect. I’m not one of these people who prepares themselves physically and mentally for things. I cross that bridge when it happens. So there I was Tuesday night beginners skate course at Westbourne Green (near Royal Oak) with my new blades smiling apprehensively at a whole variety of different faces that were going to join me on this challenge.
I suddenly started feeling the pressure but after speaking to the others, quickly realizing I wasn’t alone in this boat of inexperience. Embarrassingly I failed on the first task. Not only did I manage to put my wrist guards on the wrong way round (which would have probably caused me more damage than without them) but I had put my skates on before the knee pads! Great start! Luckily the professionalism of the instructors guided me past the first hurdle.
So, there I was padded up ready to rock! I looked round nervously, it was suddenly dawning on me that maybe I wasn’t cut out for this. The safety demonstrations were all well and good but even the assurance of two instructors for a small group was not steadying my jelly-fish legs.
What followed in the next two hours was either divine intervention, or what was more likely, very controlled professionalism from those skatefresh instructors. There I was skating up and down in utter disbelief that I may actually be able to do this. Soon the side rail was not an option as we were taught to stop, scissor and turn. Ok! Perhaps not as fluid as that for me but just as I was starting to think I wasn’t getting it, Asha or Quentin would come along and correct the fault and BAM! Skating was easier. I began to feel quietly confident, sure most people around me looked like they were way above me in standard and poise but this is an individual journey and just being able to skate, scissor and lemon (geeze, I love the terminology) was a great achievement for me.


