I figured, in all my wonderous glory and confidence of being able to roller skate, that I’d be able to don ice skates and go out there and skate.
I figured, after not being on ice skates for 20+ years, that I’d be able to just get out there and go. That I’d be doing crossovers, and while I still didn’t think I’d be able to stop, I’d be much more graceful than I would have been had I not been roller skating for the past 2 years.
I figured wrong.
I couldn’t skate.
I was terrified.
And I couldn’t stop laughing at me.
I didn’t even make it around the rink once. Not once. I got maybe a quarter, possibly a third of the way around… and that was it. Done. Finito. My skating abilities were nil. Zero. Zilch. Zip. Nada.
It didn’t help that the skates I was wearing were incredibly uncomfortable.
It didn’t help that I wasn’t wearing full protective gear and terrified I might fall down.
It didn’t help that my children just hopped on the ice and took off like they’d been doing it all their lives (they haven’t)
I still laughed at me. It was funny.
I’ll buy myself some ice skates – make sure they fit properly, and go skating with my boys more often. I’ll get to a point where skating is fun, not terrifying, because I remember it being fun.
And next time… maybe I’ll make it around the rink once. Possibly even twice.
Me… laughing because I couldn’t skate.