In the warm steam of my morning shower, I review my plan for the day. I had committed to skating last weekend. While looking for exercise equipment at Canadian Tire (I know - not exactly the expert's store!) I remembered my colleague talking about free ice and going skating once a week at noon. The skates were just in the next aisle so I squared my shoulders and resolved that I would be back on the ice this winter no matter what but I needed skates first! I knew if I bought the skates I would use them - my upbringing would never allow such waste as throwing new skates into a dark closet. With German and British blood (and I mean this with great respect for both!) coursing through my veins, thriftiness and stubborness were never far below the surface. Of course, now I prefer to say I am good with money and tenatious - sounds better!
I lived vicariously through my children and their skating escapades with Wifa boots and special blades but when I viewed the shelf at CT there was not a Wifa in sight! My eyes landed on the only white skates in the aisle and I quickly dismissed them when I saw how thin the leather/vinyl really was. These mature ankles were going to need more support than that! I worked hard at overcoming the "skate snob" within, and finally decided to be practical and choose something that was sturdy, warm and less than $100.
Today was the day. A former skating coach and a colleague who grew up skating on the family pond joined me on the ice. The smells, sounds and light were identical to my dream sequence at 6 AM this morning; the person making those sounds was not me. I stepped gingerly on the ice and grabbed the boards. When did ice get so slippery? I stepped forward and pushed - my blade wobbled, my ankle swayed and I stopped - grabbing for the boards again. This is where my stubborn...whoops, tenacity kicked in. I kept pushing, gliding, grabbing until I was half way around the ice. I turned and went the other direction back to my starting point.
I posed for my picture - that is where the Ice Queen part comes in - and then I pushed and glided, pushed and glided all the way around. No fancy edges, no jumps, no spins, and no spread eagles, but, more importantly, no falls! I found my skating legs and mentally put a check mark beside that goal.
I clambered up the stairs, through the big brown double doors and out into the sunlight. I swung my skate bag over my shoulder, waved goodbye to one of my "skater dudes" and walked briskly back to the office. I felt great.
Half an hour later, I stood up from my desk to go pick up some copying and - youch - right hip, right lower back yelled at me! I stretched and tested and stretched again. Personally I think it was the skate bag and not my skating legs but, maybe no stair running tonight. A little stretching, a hot bath and off to dreamland again. What's next? you ask - let me sleep on it and see what my dreams foretell!