WAS SCA RED , NOT THAT he was going to admit that to Mike. But Mike had been right about one thing.
It
was
fun.
Maybe because it was scary.
âItâs a competition, just like football,â Mike said. âBut itâs the kind of competition where itâs you against yourself.â
âAnd gravity!â Tommy said.
âWell, there is that,â Mike said. âYou get to be a wild man here, just without hitting anybody or anybody hitting you.â
âIâm just trying not to hit cement.â
Mike had told him to think of riding a skateboard like riding a bike.
âUh, you can check me on this,â Tommy said, âbut bikes have handles.â
âYou still need strong legs and balance, and Iâve already played enough football with you to know that youâve got both,â Mike said. âJust set yourself on the board the way you set yourself to make a tackle.â
Mike showed him how to use his toes and heels to guide theboard, and control it so he could make simple changes of direction. He showed Tommy how to get a good running start, dragging the back end of the board beside him, then jumping on.
âBaby steps,â Mike said. âYou donât have to go fast at the start, just straight. And make sure you stay on.â
After Tommy lost his balance and ended up landingâ
hard
âon his butt, he looked up at Mike and said, âYou said I was competing against myself. But I feel like itâs me against the board right now.â
âYouâre just starting to learn,â Mike said. âBut youâre getting the hang of it.â
âIâm getting skinned knees, is what Iâm getting.â
But he
was
getting it. When he would get knocked down, heâd get right back up, the way he did in football. He lost track of time, not even checking his phone to see how close they were to the kickoff of the Pats game. He was just focused on one thing: getting better. Apparently it didnât matter which sport he was playing for that to be the case.
As Tommy kept picking up the basics, Mike started showing him a few harder moves, all while talking about famous skateboarders like Tony Hawk, who Mike said was like the Tom Brady of vertical skateboarders.
Tommy wasnât really picking up on all the technical expressions Mike was using about half-pipes and quarter-pipes and roll-ins. The main thing was, he felt himself improving as Mike started to dial things up for him, showing him how to use the walls on the lower part of the bowl, sending him down a smallflight of steps for the first time, finally telling him it was time to head down the smallest ramp and at least âskyâ a little bit.
âIâm not ready,â Tommy said.
âAn hour ago you werenât ready. Now you are.â
Tommy took a deep breath, felt himself picking up speed even on what he could see was the smallest ramp out there, took off, arms stretched out to the sides.
But he blew the landing, the board tilted to one side, and this time he skinned both an elbow and a knee. He got right back up, though, same as he wouldâve on the football field.
The next time Tommy landed solidly. He let out a big olâ whoop.
Mike pointed at him, extending both of his index fingers, and said, âThatâs what Iâm talkinâ about!â
Tommy didnât try anything too fancy, but the more he practiced, the more confident he became. Soon he was able to control his speed and direction, doing his best to avoid falling off the board, not just because he was tired of skinning his elbows and knees, but because he was competing against himself now. Challenging himself the way Mike had challenged him to get on the board in the first place.
And the more he did it, the less afraid he got. There was still fear, especially when he was in the air. But he was coming to understand that fear was a part of the thrill.
âI think I could get to like
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