I went ice skating with Sarah and her daughter yesterday. It was the last day, and the ice was a little soft, especially near the entrance. I haven't been on ice skates since probably 1995, and it was difficult to wobble to the rink. I watched 3 girls around 10 years old RUN in their skates on the foam, which seemed to defy physics. Sarah and I got out on the ice and clomped and wobbled our way around the circuit and said hello to my tennis coach, who has been working there this winter, as he is from New York and loves hockey. He zips and spins and dances around while keeping an eye out for people struggling.
Sarah's daughter was using one of the seals at first to stay upright, but she eventually felt stable enough to skate on her own. Sarah did two laps and I did three before our feet were screaming. We anticipated ankle problems, but it was our feet that hurt so bad that it felt like they were trying to grip the blade itself.
Sitting down gave our feet the opportunity to cramp fully, and we both spent a few minutes rolling our eyes in agony. Then we rested a few more minutes and went back out on the ice. It started to feel like my roller skating adventure a couple years ago. I clomped less as I went, and even felt like I stood upright, though pictures indicate otherwise.
My favorite Sarah comment was "I'm just trying to figure out why people do this." As has become our custom, though, we gave it a good effort, laughed, took some pictures, then went to find some guacamole and margaritas.
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