A few Saturday's ago, our neice turned 8 years old and she invited us to her ice skating party (SK8 party, which I got the biggest kick out of). I confess, I was super nervous about skating because I haven't done it since high school which was over 10 years ago. (Man, that hurts when you say it like that!) Back in the day, I owned figure skates and we use to get bundled up on winter break and skate on the creek behind our neighborhood - and darn it we were good. We'd do twirls and skate backwards - we'd even play hockey with the neighborhood boys when they needed extra players. What happened??? Why couldn't I skate like I use to????? Um, how about old age and fear! What was the fear - for starters, the embarrasment of falling and immediately following that - the PAIN of falling. Those of you that know and love me know that I am a huge clutz as it is, just walking in shoes on NON-slippery surfaces, so you can imagine my reluctance to enter a public ice rink.
It totally doesn't help that my sister-in-law and neice are both really good figure skaters and my husband is a hockey player and well, skating comes with the territory. Don't get me wrong, kids were falling all over the place. But it was amazing - they'd get right back up as quickly as they fell - like nothing happened. No embarrassment and no pain (from what I could see). Course, kids have a much shorter fall than an adult - so much closer to the ground already and much lighter. Ah, to be a kid again - if for no other reason to let go and not care what others thought. I must say, it game me courage!
(I know the suspense is killing you) How did I do...??? - well, not too bad! At first I wouldn't let go of my husbands arm - not to mention I barely picked my feet up off the ice - but I didn't fall!!!! I don't think I looked that ridiculous either which is really good! Can I just say - I love the toe pick! If that sucker wasn't on both feet - this post would be a lot different, believe me. I had a great time - I felt like a kid again, holding hands with my main squeeze, slowly skating to music - it was really cute.
Towards the end I think I even got a compliment - Anthony says, "You're moving better" which I think meant I was going faster than the snails pace I was going before and wasn't holding on to his arm for dear life! If I am smart I won't wait another 10 years before braving the ice again - we'll see.
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