I was supposed to write all about my skate-a-thon week in late May. But if I tried to draw for you a diagram of my feelings about skating right now it would look like this:
I seriously cannot organize it any better than that. During any given practice I feel elation and frustration, determination and confusion, then boredom, hunger, envy, surprise, and fear. Even getting off the ice is a weird combination of never wanting to leave and wanting to instantly be home.
So my mind is a bit of a mess, and this blog entry is doomed from the start.
Some triumphs:
- My waltz jump is tons better. Tons.
- I did a tippy spin on one foot for two revolutions today.
- I am faster on the ice than I have ever been.
- My coach decided I could learn the salchow.
Some frustrations:
- I can't actually do a salchow.
- Spins have not decided to magically make sense and become easy.
- I need new boots.
- There are days where I want to clothesline the twenty-something-year-old men in hockey skates milling about me while I try to do something. Full on clothesline them.
And that may be all I've got. Other than a desire for a new skating wardrobe. Pride, aggression, progress, and as always, a long way to go.
Hey Candace,
ReplyDeleteLove your posts as they reflect a lot of my feelings about ice skating. The truthnis though, I love every minute of it so cut yourself some slack and just go with it. As Kevin would say, you can't do it... YET.
Per the great Scott Hamilton," in figure skating, you will fall. But you have to get off your butt and get up. Get up and rise."