Why I do it

It was a freezing cold morning in Farnham. I horizon to myself Why am I out of bed at this fourth dimension on a Saturday morning? My question was answered merely two proceeding later as I managed the trick which I take up been act for the last week, a topside sunny day.Nice man, nice, was the call from the bench as I looked everyplace at my friend scar who was giving me the thumbs-up as I came swiftly out of the trick.I glided over to the bench idly and took a seat next to Sam, Mark and Henri. What condemnation is the comp tomorrow? I asked them.Nine am bright and early, replied Sam whilst castting up to skate over to the grindbox and attempt other amazing trick.I know I need practice for the ambition merely glide at eight- berth oclock on a Saturday morning in the freezing cold is a bit too much, I moaned as I position on another jumper.You wanna go street for a bit? asked Mark as he took off his skate and started fiddling with the laces.Where are we gonna go? The on e-sixth form college is too far, were not allowed in Lidls and Redgrave rail is still unfaltering from that rain during the night, I complained. As I utter this I was loosely thinking of my stomach, as I hadnt whatever breakfast yet. You fancy firing to Wimpy?Im still banned, said Sam almost proudly as he glided fanny to the bench having just done a complete topsoul.Henri was beingness strangely quiet and he suddenly stood up, picked up his base of operations and said well you can wait outside then.Mark stood up sharply as long as I can get some hot food Im not bothered where it is.On the focussing to Wimpy I aspect constantly of the upcoming competition that was acquire ever closer. As I imagined what it would be like to choose to the highest degree thirty or forty people stare at me for 10 minutes furtherterflies suddenly came to my stomach and made me tonus flyaway and uncomfortable. I gripped my bag a lightentle tighter with my freezing fingers and wished I ha d had the sense to train the gloves I bought the day before.As I entered Wimpy I could feel the warmth of the deep-fat fryers and hear the voices of the Turkish men who worked there. We took a seat in the smoking section and looked at the menu.Man I hate being able to condition pictures of the food on the menu. It just makes it look wretched when it arrives because it neer looks the same, said Mark miserably.Just decide what you want and aim Im starving, I told him as I had already decided on a large Wimpy breakfast consisting of sausage, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, beans and toast. Can you add a toast teacake to that? I asked the waiter as I gave my order.I wolfed bug out the breakfast, even though I dont like tomatoes, and lit a fairy. Is anyone else nervous approximately the competition tomorrow? I asked trying to hide the circumstance that I still had butterflies in my stomach despite having finished my breakfast.No its not big deal just think of it as another game of IYMTA. Its only really us, Ben, Carl and James that are entering leastwise so theres not a lot of competition. As Mark said this he was lazily puffing on a cigarette and inclining stick out on his ch atmosphere.IMYTA is a game that we play where we skate against distributively other. It stands for I Match Your Trick Association. It is an annual competition involving professional skaters from nearly the world where one person does a trick and then everyone else has to do the same trick or they are given a letter. When you have all five letters you are out of the game. We played this on a regular basis and hearing Mark put it like that I felt to a greater extent relaxed about the competition.Yeah I guess, I replied as I leant back on my chair feeling relaxed for the firstly clock time since I hear about the competition. I m off home to get some sleep, I might come out later on, I said as I left the restaurant. I skated to the bus stop feeling frank and made it just in time to catch the 940 bus. When I arrived home I went full-strength upstairs, undressed and fell into bed. I fell asleep almost instantly as I hadnt had any sleep the previous night and was still tired from school on Friday. I romancet of the competition. It was a warm, sunny day and it had just started.I smiled as I dropped in on the big storm to go for my first big trick. I jumped, and as I was flying through the air I grabbed my feet and pulled them behind me then released them and bringed perfectly to go up the other do and do a perfect 540 degree fling. The herd was cheering and the judges were qualifying wild. I skated round the entire parking area and did a 900-degree spin on the biggest kurrat. I was about 9 feet in the air and I leant forward too much. My front wheels hit the ramp and I take downed on my face. It hurt so much. I comprehend an ambulance somewhere in the distance but it was distorted in some manner. It sounded more(prenominal) and more like a phone ringing.Ia n. Ian wake up you have a phone callI woke with a start. My heart leapt. It was a dream I realized. I stood up and put on my dressing garment trying to tell myself it was just a dream and that that wouldnt happen. My stomach had butterflies again. I took the phone from my mum.Hello? I said groggily.What are you still doing in bed? The competition is half an hour away said Mark urgently.What? Its tomorrow stop joking around, I said as I checked my watch. 3Sun it said. Oh my God I thought. I slept right through.I leave alone be there dont worry, I mumbled quickly and hung up. I ran upstairs, threw my clothes on and picked my bag up. I half-fell down the stairs in my haste and put my skates on. As I flew down the hill towards Farnham skatepark I had the feeling I had forgotten something important. It was as cold as the previous day but I had no time to be cold. I skated faster. I arrived at the skatepark five minutes later out of breath and threw my bag down.Where have you been? aske d Sam.In bed, I answered quickly and I went straight to the biggest ramp and started heating up. I was skating quite well, I managed to spin a 540 and agriculture but then I essay to Truespin topside pornstar and my feet missed the right spot and before I knew what happened I was lying on the floor. I got straight back up and thought to myself this is not going to beat me.I skated wakeless for another 15 minutes before the announcer had finished ground up his equipment and announced that the competition was about to start. It was the BMXS category first so I had a twenty-minute break before I had to skate again. I rolled lazily over to the bench where my friends were sitting, sat down and lit a cigarette.Why do they have to have a BMXers competition anyway? asked Mark indignantly. Theres only five of them.Because it gives us something to laugh at, retorted Henri.I couldnt join in their jokes and laughter. I was too busy thinking about the trick I had been working on for two wee ks. A bio flip. To do it I had to do sort of a front flip but instead of going over my head and landing forwards, I had to flip out myself over my right shoulder and land backwards. I had only tried it twice and never landed it. None of the others knew I had been trying it or that I even planned to attempt it.The BMX competition was cut shortly because of an injury and the announcer told all the rollerbladers to make their way to the ramps. I hastily threw my cigarette to the floor and skated up the ramp. As I stood at the top of the ramp I looked around at the people in the crowd. There were so many.You have 15 minutes, came the voice over the speaker. GoI jumped into the ramp and immediately went into a four foot high mute grab over the funbox and neatly stalled on the other ramp. My heart jumped as I went back down the ramp backwards and did a 360 spin over the funbox. I was skating better than I had skated in a long time and I had a moment where my butterflies and doubts had g one and I was just confident. This was it. I dropped in on the smaller ramp and did a 180 spin over the funbox so I could go backwards into the trick. I could see a photographer in the front of the crowd aim his photographic camera at me.I went up the ramp backwards and threw myself as hard as I could over my shoulder. For a second it was like time stood still. I had pulled my legs in so that I was like a bollock in the air. I brought my legs back round so I could land near the bottom of the ramp. Suddenly it felt like I was going to spin too much and land on my knees. But somehow I managed to lean back a tiny bit and land on my feet and roll away. The crowd were shouting and the photographer was going mad. I could hear the announcer shouting Hes done it, hes done it.Mark and the others had stopped skating to watch my bio flip but Mark had come over and move my hand and said nice one.The others were standing with their mouths open as if they had never seen a bio flip before. Henr i skated up to me and said I never thought you would do that.It suddenly occurred to me as the speakers told me that I had come first that this is wherefore I do it.