You are not alone. I restarted when I was 39. I told people at work I bought a board and that I was going to try skateboarding again. At the time, I was working in a brand-new business park outside of town, there were nice surfaces everywhere, it looked perfect.
A few days later, I turned up with my board and come 6 PM I decided to give it a go after something like 20 years off the board. I went behind the office to another building that had not yet been let. I turned around... And that's when I saw them. Dozens of people standing at the windows in the office: friends, colleagues and plenty of random joes I didn’t even know. All were watching me, some even filming on their phones. I only understood afterwards that the word had gotten out through the day, and that the message got progressively distorted and amplified… What was just an old timer trying to ride again had been transformed into something closer to Tony hawk and the whole Bones Brigade are doing a one-off demo tonight…
I had a simple albeit cool (well, I remembered it as such) repertoire of tricks back in the days, so I thought let’s just roll and try some stuff. In an ideal world, I had imagined restarting away from prying eyes, but fate had decided otherwise. After 5 pushes, I realized I had no stamina and my balance was beyond precarious. I was old and rusty and maybe this was all a very bad idea.
Let's blame the tools first: the new set up was playing against me, the bushings had not been broken in, the grip was overly efficient and felt like I was glued to the board, and the new shoes seemed fat and more suited to a trip on the moon. Truth is, my mind was telling my legs to do stuff and there was clearly some lag or communication breakdown here – my movements looked like some stoned puppeteer had control of my body and was trying to get me to skateboard: it grossly looked like it.
And there was the crowd… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’m a musician, you are too, so you know what goes - shit happens, some gigs are terrible for various reasons and the show must go on. So, I thought fuck it, let's do this and I went for it. I gave them everything I had. I gave them no-pop ollies, botched bonelesses, rocket flips, no-complies that definitely wouldn’t comply, dozens of fucked-up landings, I sacrificed 3 bruised ribs and a sprained wrist, and I immortalized the performance with giant bloody marks on the floor as the fresh grip tape had ended up sanding my thumb to the bone - every time I was putting my hands on the ground to prevent a bail, I was adding more blood onto the light-coloured paving stones. Did people like it? I am not sure, I think they appreciated the standards. Not the standards of skateboarding, that was pitiful, but I guess they respected the level of dedication (or stupidity in equal measure)! It was a dry summer, the red swirls remained visible on the ground for days like primitive cave paintings acting as a persistent reminder of these painful new beginnings. I was quite glad the day it rained tbh!
I had to stop skateboarding for a little while after that. But I kept at it. That was 5 years ago. I still skate every week, every day if I can. I can do most of the tricks I could do in an earlier life and I enjoy learning new ones very much, even if the learning process is painful and slow, requiring a lot of stretching before and after! I can't skate all day like I used to either, 3 hours seem to be the maximum, beyond that I start to get tired and that's generally when I hurt myself.
Injuries happen regularly on gaps and rails (don't go imagining video worthy spots - more like 5 steps max) and I have turned up to many client meetings with bandages, casts, black eyes, bruises, scratches from the previous day or the WE. The worst one was when I didn’t land a back heel and got the board flying in my face instead. The edge of the tail cut my forehead from one eyebrow to the other, earning me 8 stitches just above the nose and a(nother) return trip to A&E. The bruised swollen and bloody monobrow was a great conversation starter!
