As I’ve mentioned, I’ve taken up rollerblading.* This was the compromise I reached for the fact that (1) I have a manic golden retriever who is incapable of unaccompanied pooping; and (2) I hate exercise. Rollerblading is an excellent solution because the ratio of dog exercise to human exercise is much greater than with running. For example: I can cause Saguaro to run like this:
while I exercise like this:
I reckoned (read: was too proud to admit the alternative) that since I’d figure skated** as a kid, I’d be pretty good a rollerblading, and that has largely been the case. After two recent falls, though, I decided I should have at least some protective gear. Not wanting to look like
something out of Mad Max a dork who didn’t know how to rollerblade, I was determined not to go all out, gearwise. Hence, the following analysis:
1. If I break my leg or skin my knee, I can still practice law. No need for knee pads.
2. If I get a head injury, I will be unable to practice law, and thereafter no one will yell at me through font changes about deposition scheduling. No need for a helmet.
3. If I break my wrists, I can still practice law, but typing will a pain in the ass. Wrist guards!
So I now wear wrist guards, especially after spending a couple of weeks with very sore wrists following the RUI incident I described earlier. That and a heinous yellow fleece for pre-dawn rolls are now my only concessions to safety.
*I know, that’s a brand name. I’m supposed to say “in-line skating” or something like that. But given that I skate in anything *but* a line, I find that sort of awkward. I also take a sort of perverse pleasure in companies that are so successful they have to talk us out of using their product names. Band-aid! Xerox!
** Not well: