I went for my 2nd blading session earlier this week. It did go better compared to the first one, I managed to blade a fair distance (100 meters) compared to the few steps that I managed earlier. However apparently my progress was not fast enough for my mentor/friend (and I use the word friend loosely after that day) and he started pushing me really hard.
And I mean really hard. A lesser man would have probably broke down and cried, but it's the Stallion we are talking about here, and I took all the punishment that he dissed out like a man (because I am one). Finally he lost his patience and started to literally push me from behind as I was blading.
I fell hard on the ground, and my butt started hurting like hell. I think I cracked my tail bone or something. So again like the previous lesson I was forced to roll off to the grass and moan in agony. As I lay there I began thinking. Isn't this supposed to be fun?
At the end of the session we headed off to the 7-11 near my place to get some drinks. As we were queing to pay for our drinks, I turned back to him and asked him.
"My butt is really sore. Did you really have to push me that hard ?"
I can't really describe the reaction he had, but the look on his face was the same one that my army buddy had when I asked him out on Valentine's day. I didn't understand what caused such a reaction till I I turned around and realised that the cashier was giving us this really disgusted look.
That was the last time I am ever going to that 7-11 again. And I haven't seen my friend since.