How Learn To Skateboard For Adult ?

No skill is easy to learn. During the winter of 2010, I tried painting. Before each class, I cried because I was afraid. People don’t like to fail when they learn something new, but that’s part of the process. I think I’m usually good at what I do, but I don’t have the courage to stand up to people who disagree with me.

With my therapist, I’m working on this right now. I think it’s the main reason I don’t get anything done, other than being sad. When I’m not eating, I write crap online, watch The Bachelor, and have a chameleon in my house! That’s my area. To do the latter, I must stay still for a long time. The other is becoming more and more rare.

This is what I saw in my head about a month ago: I saw myself skating down the street while wearing a trendy cap. I knew I had to be the person I thought I was. It might be better if I did that, because then I wouldn’t be so sad, anxious, or obsessive about what I eat. Wouldn’t that make me look cool? But I’d have to work at it first.

Step 1: Find a Team
Skateboarding sounds like the best thing to do when your life isn’t going the way you want it to. To start, you don’t need much. An experienced skater who works for VICE said this: “Nobody is teaching. Rules? All the time. There are no dads.”

There is one rule: You can’t learn to skateboard if you’re over 14.

When I ran into a group of kids who skated better than me, I had a group of people to keep me from feeling bad about it, thanks to Rion and Spencer, who are adults.

Step 2: Find a Board
In the end, Rion, Spencer, and I went to a skate shop together to pick out our boards. The inside of a skate shop is scary for an adult who is having a quarter-life crisis. Young people choose boards with confidence. People who are calm salesmen (all men in crewneck sweatshirts) will make you feel bad if you try to talk to them.

After about 15 minutes of looking at the different types of traditional decks, Spencer asked for help: “Our goal is to learn how to skate. So, now what?”

The cashier didn’t even laugh when my roommate made a joke about how much money we had. Rather, he was more like a neo-yuppie who had given up on their dream to “be an artist” and then found out they were dull. When we went to the store, the clerk said that board sizes don’t matter because we’re not going to be doing complicated tricks. We chose cards based on how they looked (roasted). One that said “Lizard King” in lime green caps on a purple, sparkling background was made for my chameleon, Drake. It came with trucks, wheels, and grip tape, which I learned about that day. It cost $150. A small price to pay for my new and wonderful life.

Currently, “Lizard King” is a skater. I chose a board that is “his.” As time went on, I let go of the idea that I was trying to be Lizard King’s biggest fan and be a fake person. When a friend told me that my board-sake had been on VICELAND’s skate-competition show King of the Road and pooped into a shoe, I didn’t care. In the beginning, Spencer was afraid that he would lose interest in skating quickly. He felt cold feet and thought he might not be able to skate for long.

3: Join the Board
During many weeks, my team and I walked at least four blocks away from our neighbors’ homes. My boyfriend got a free board from the company Zico Coconut Water, so we called him “Zico boy” to make fun of him. We made a lot of noise by playing Blink 182 songs on a small speaker. As kids, Rion and Spencer both learned how to skate. During the time they were doing ollies and kickflips, I would work on my own moves.

after learning how to balance myself, I found out that skating is very easy. You can stand on the board, push forward, and coast on it. Then I had to learn how to turn gracefully, so I could get around. On a bike, you can tilt to the side to move. Making a full U-turn is more difficult. I spent hours trying to “scoot” the board around in a circle without falling down, which I did a lot of.

When I got tired of watching the boys have fun, I tried an ollie of my own and it worked! I’m happy to say that I did a “charming baby ollie” in which I got a puff of air under my back tire. At first, I was happy with my new job as a skater.

Step Four: Skate Fashion.
Flat shoes and T-shirts are what skaters wear. A pair of high socks must be worn with shorts. It looks like it’s all about making a good impression. Skaters need to be comfortable, even though many skaters wear skinny jeans, which is not good. The clothes I wore every day were kind of cool skater-style. I wore sneakers, hoodies, and jeans that were too big because I was too miserable to look good.

It was the only thing I needed. I chose a red bucket-style hat because it was the best way to hide my hair of all the hats. In that case, I’d think about it. Because my board and my brand go together, I also bought this Vans shirt with an iguana on it.

Step 5: Make your first appearance at the Skate Park.
Now I was ready for the big show: the skatepark. I was ready to go. I’d say “hats” and “boy city” in three words. So many hats and men! There were teenagers on every concrete surface by the time I got there. They were lining the ramps or leaping over things. A single girl was there. It looked like she had dreads, wire-rimmed sunglasses, a dirty tank top, and blue track pants on. There was a man who looked like he had chosen his clothes from a mood board of pictures of Jaden Smith. Young people tried to climb a tree near the front door. It looked like a group of middle schoolers were as scared as I was. To be Razor scooter kids at a skatepark, they were doomed to be the kids who used them.

Because I was an outsider, I was able to understand what they were going through. I didn’t wear a stylish cap like everyone else. I wore a big, bulky helmet to protect my head from dying. I saw a man wearing a bucket hat, the only one in a sea of ball caps and five-panel hats. I hoped I could tell him I like them, too, because I like them too. Alas.

It looked like a group of middle schoolers were as scared as I was.

Because I was scared by all the noise at the skatepark, I felt like the kids on the razor scooters. Crazy. The men and boys were racing around each other in a chaotic way that looked like it had been planned before I got there. I couldn’t figure out how I’d get in. A lot of people were talking at the same time, which made my social anxiety worse. There were a lot of things I was bad at, like skating. I didn’t have a lot of space to crash or time to think before I went down the first ramp. Too many things. Leaved:

Step 6: Make your first appearance at the Skate Park. Early on, avoid teenagers.
As a skater, I knew I had to get over my fears in order to become one. My dislike of teenagers could wait, but I’d have to wheel up and down a hill. So the next morning, at 6 a.m., I went back with my boyfriend, who was mostly my photographer. A good thing no teen in the world wakes up at 6am. When I arrived, there were only two men in their 20s practicing. I had a lot of chances to make myself look bad.

There were a lot more park spills than the street falls I’d been taking. I fell off my board and hurt my elbow when I tried to skate up a three-foot quarter pipe. Later, I smashed my hip and knee when I did the same thing, and I was hurt. My helmet did nothing but make me look bad. It didn’t do anything. I needed padding all over the place.

A big daddy quarter pipe was supposed to be the perfect way to end this piece, but as I stood at the top of one, I realized that I might die trying to get down it. I was clearly unprepared: I hadn’t even learned how to turn around. Getting from A to B by using rails, ramps, and turns is hard. It hurt to look outside from the ramp. However, to learn how to skateboard, one must get used to the feeling of a grown man called Lizard King pooping into a shoe, which is not very pleasant.

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