I got a pair of rollerblades over the weekend. Someone healing from a fall that occurred while running probably shouldn’t strap a set of wheels to their feet but here we are. I did buy the set of pads that my daughter claims make me look “lame”. She has been learning to rollerblade for the past few weeks so I decided to join her. I did enjoy rollerblading as a teenager but apparently that was too long ago for my brain to believe that they aren’t trying to kill me. The pads help. I honestly thought it might be a good way to get more physical exercise without jarring my knee joint as much. I didn’t expect there to be such a large relearning curve. So far the only extra physical exercise I’ve gotten has been an increase in heart rate due to anxiety. I am reading The Places That Scare You by Pema Chödrön. It turns out that every place scares me when I’m wearing rollerblades. I’m hoping the book can help get me through the fear. I have been consistently running my daily mile to keep my streak alive. It still feels like a chore but I can tell my knee is getting better. My pace has gotten back to my pre-injury state but I’m just running significantly fewer miles. I know I’ll get back to where I was but I’m just not super patient. Maybe Pema’s book can help me with that too.