The crowded streets don't bother me any, they are just a means to make my method of travel more complicated and enticing. The wind blowing against me is a pain but I try not to let it phase me, it'll pass and help me in the time to come. I close my eyes briefly enough to imagine a new world ahead of me, enough to clear my head of any bad thoughts, enough to make me crack the tiniest smile. I exhale and my eyes open as I swerve to avoid anyone in my path. The wind brings me to a near stop as it blows my hair swiftly behind me. I kick and wipe the sweat that has gathered under my fringe of bangs. Then turn around and repeat, this time with the wind on my side.
Yes it's not always perfect or pretty and it does hurt quite a bit, but every push off the pavement is worth it. Every bruise, every bail, every fall, every almost fail, every move made is worth the feeling of gliding across the pavement.
"It's like surfing on concrete."
