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This evening was the beginning of ice skating lessons -- our local rink just opened. I was grumpy at Pat for saying some snippy things about Nancy, and depressed when I contemplated that my two closest friends and lovers just can't stand each other. And probably never will...
I lost my appetite, skipped dinner and went to the rink. Was I ever as awkward and uneasy on the ice as these newbies? But I still realize how awkward and graceless I am around the more experienced skaters. A continuum, like many things. Tonight we scraped away rust, practicing crossovers and things, then edges. My class started working on 3-turns and mohawk combinations. I had trouble with the former even when two footed. Time to grunt and repeat. And repeat. And stumble. And fall. After class, to fall twice spectacularly, enough so that one of the newbies asked me if that was an intentional half-flip...
Drenched in sweat, feet aching, but much happier... it was easier to be generous again and patch up differences with Pat. Nothing like strenuous physical activity to lift me out of a funk...
I lost my appetite, skipped dinner and went to the rink. Was I ever as awkward and uneasy on the ice as these newbies? But I still realize how awkward and graceless I am around the more experienced skaters. A continuum, like many things. Tonight we scraped away rust, practicing crossovers and things, then edges. My class started working on 3-turns and mohawk combinations. I had trouble with the former even when two footed. Time to grunt and repeat. And repeat. And stumble. And fall. After class, to fall twice spectacularly, enough so that one of the newbies asked me if that was an intentional half-flip...
Drenched in sweat, feet aching, but much happier... it was easier to be generous again and patch up differences with Pat. Nothing like strenuous physical activity to lift me out of a funk...
