One skate-sized hollow.
Me, on my belly wondering if my knees still work.
It’s been 20+ years, and thousands of kilometres, since I’ve been blades-up on the canal.
And, though my knees are swelling as we speak and I’m bound to be achy tomorrow, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d imagined all this time.
Fear of a curious crowd got me right back up, despite the pain and shock. And I skated another 6km.
I’m stronger — and luckier — than I thought.
Thank you, skate gods.