By Rebecca's husband.
I've always loved rollerblading and have got the wife into it too now at our local. So I decided to take her for an afternoon at my old childhood hangout, Digi.
What. A. Mistake.
Back in the day sure, it was busy and full of kids. Sunday afternoons were always a bit quieter and more of a family affair so I thought it would be fine for a relative beginner.
I should've realised the minute we walked in and saw 6 separate birthday parties on the go and the place absolutely crawling with five times the crowd I remembered. It was hard enough getting from the front to the rink, at that was with shoes on. Nevertheless, we strapped our skates on and entered the warzone, only slightly perturbed at the fact that none of the "staff" appeared to have reached high school yet.
At first I was overjoyed by no rules and no speed limits, allowing me the kind of freedom we just don't get at our local, what with its safety and welfare concerns. But it soon became obvious this was quite the hazard. Everyone trying to show off their mad skills were weaving in and out of kids trying desperately to stay on their feet for more than 10 minutes, some hadn't seemed to grasp the one-way system, and if you manage to avoid all that, rest assured someone's about to cut you off.
You may be thinking "But that's just general skating. At least they split up the beginner and advanced riders for the games." Nope. They don't even make sure the kids who are obviously not participating in Red Rover are out of the rink before the wall of rollerbladers come hurtling toward them.
If you decide to take a break from the warfare and sit on the sidelines make sure you stay far away from any speaker. I understand they need all the kids to be able to hear Ke$ha, Katy Perry and Lil Jon over the screams but they could at least bleep out the swearing. read more