I keep to one side, trying to maintain a coordinated pace. One skate rolls forward while the other pushes off. As a result, I am passed by more people than a geezer in a Yugo. Men streak by shirtless. Women are almost equally unattired.
New parents push toddlers in strollers.
Older kids tag along, having no trouble keeping up. Legs pumping, I accelerate. Fear takes flight. I am slicing like a knife through the wind. I am Mario on blades.