I don't see myself as a worrier. I'm generally pretty good at figuring out the stuff that is out of my control and letting fate or the universe or whatever, sort things out. Planning where to skate over the last three weeks has affected my sleep, being able to squeeze in the lunch-time skates has definitely affected my heart rate and blood pressure. Now that I'm only 9 nine days away from the end of Skate Every Day in January I was starting to get a bit obsessive. As with many things in life, sometimes things just happen for a reason. Like today.
We had no real plan other than meet up at Elephant and Castle and go find some street spots. On my ride to E&C the sky looked a little dark and for a split second I thought rain was going to stop play but that feeling passed. As soon as I hooked up with Adam, Ivan, Jamie, Alex and Martyn, any stress-head tendencies disappeared and all I had to worry about was staying on my board, shooting some crappy photos, missing Alex's make on his blunt-slide transfer to grind while on filming duty and laughing a lot.
Martyn going high at E&C wall. |
Ivan got the grind, but preferred this shot. |
This was the second time Alex made this bluntslide-transfer to 5-0 down the corner. |
Refreshment break. |
I don't really know what to say about this shot. |
Johners' frontside bluntslide transfer close-up. |
Alex Wallies over. |
Work continues on Jamie's Planking Documentary. |
Johners styling out his Front-Rock pop-out. |
A blurry compact digital shot of Martyn's Front board. |
You don't need a blow by blow account of what happened. It's getting late, I'm completely done-in and writing this is sapping the very last remnants of energy from my brain. Let's just say that Day 22 raised the bar. Skating a real street spot that was so much more fun than it originally suggested and doing it with some of the best people out there.
Day 23 is going back to Stockwell. It's an after work visit this time, from 6.30pm to 7.30pm. If you are around I'll hopefully see you there.
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