So after falling off a sidewalk last week I decided I needed to keep skating, or else I’d be falling all the time. My arm is still sore from the fall (I swear it’s broken) but I got on the ice this week; I even bought a year-long skating pass.
From the get-go there were so many reasons for me to want to throw my skates in the garbage (I so need new skates! Did you hear Klingbeil is closing?) Before I even got on the ice the big stupid-head skating director makes a point of saying hello to me, which he never did before (so a couple of months ago the dufus yells at me for skating with another adult skater, says I’m giving her a lesson, which I wasn’t, and says she’s going to sue me if she falls and I should learn the law…blah blah blah. I don’t disagree with what he said from a legal standpoint, but he was such an asswipe about it. And if I was the kid whose lesson he stopped to yell at me I’d be way pissed at him.) so I know this guy has his eye on me.
Then I was talking to another adult skater and I blurted out “I don’t even want to skate.” Which I don’t. And I do. I just don’t want to skate like what I’m skating now. I need to work harder on and off the ice. Get back to yoga in the morning and ice dancing and I’m already back to ballet – which is killing my arm!
