Ice Skating

Friday was crisp, clear, and sunny. It was a beautiful

day to go to our local ice skating rink.

Not so cold out that I could have been picked up for child

endangerment. Just right outside. That made the rink okay

inside. So, off I headed with the kids to skate. I'm not exactly

graceful on my feet. In fact, walking can prove challenging to me.
It seems almost crazy to put my feet in shoes with narrow blades and then

go out on ice. I can't even walk on ice with boots and sneakers. Friday, I felt brave. So I

put on those ice skates and headed to the ice. First, those figure skaters make skating

look way too easy. It's harder than it looks. Despite barely being able

to stand, needing to hold the wall, and wrestling with a three year old

for the ice skating balance bar,

we had a great time on the ice. We went around the rink, which seemed

huge, three or four times. Let me tell you, I felt my age! Muscles were

hurting that I didn't even know I had! D. could have gone all

day. She loved it. She fell a bunch, but she was so determined

to get back up and try again.

That night, when she was taking her bath, we saw how bruised up she

was. Boy did she love skating. I think we'll try to go again. Maybe

I won't have to steal a balance bar from

the children!