Back in the day I was good skater. When I was 8 my family emigrated to Canada from England. We landed in Weyburn Saskatchewan in the middle of one of the worst winters they had had in years. Oh boy! So unless you intended to hunker down in the house for 6 months, you learned how to skate. I skated from the age of 8 to 16. I even taught skating when I was in high school. So yeah I know my way around the boards, but still it had been a few, several, well many, many years since I had laced up. I don't mind admitting I was hesitant to get back on the ice.
I went to an adult public skate session at a local rink. Put on my skates, jumped onto the ice, okay stepped gingerly onto the ice, and.................couldn't move. There was so much rust on my blades they refused to run. I shuffled, I wiggled, I stamped, I got nowhere. Finally after much scraping and wiping my blades I managed to get some movement happening. And you know what? It was fun. It was exhilarating. It was cold! But it was fun. I remembered how much I loved skating. Not the competitions or the tests, just skating. The freedom of it. Unleashing your inner 10 year old to see how fast you can go. The holy crap I'm going to fall, oh, no, haha saved it moments. The great sound blades make when you are carving deep edges. I enjoyed it so much it is going to become part of my routine. I'm going to get my blades sharpened, whoa just imagine the sound they will make then, and go play on the ice a couple of times a week.
Is anyone else hearing the music from Charlie Brown? Yeah, good isn't it?
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