I have so many posts in my head right now it’s ridiculous and yet where does the time go? This past weekend I basically spent it running. Running to the grocery store with two kids who quite clearly did NOT want to go to the grocery store, then running home to put away groceries, followed by making lunch and off and running to Hockey Skating Son’s first hockey game of the season, then running home to get ready for guests coming over for dinner.
Sunday, I literally did run–5 k in the CIBC Run For The Cure–with Speed Skating Son, then it was off to brunch with friends followed by racing back home to get Speed Skating Son ready for speed skating practice. It was all timed to a millisecond so I could get him there on time, unfortunately I didn’t factor in how some tossed clothes on the highway would bring traffic to a complete halt.
Is it just me? Because most days I feel less like a mother and trying to learn speed skatester, more hamster on a wheel who runs and runs and runs but never gets anywhere.
I went skating on Monday and smiley M. was there giving me more tips and guidance. Mostly he was trying to figure out how to get me on my outer edges. The good news is that he also pronates and if he can get onto his outer edges, there is hope for me. The bad news? I’m still not even close to getting it.
He gave me a drill to try which I’m not even going to try and explain and I went on my merry way trying to do it. Within a few minutes it was getting easier and in my head I was all “You rock, Sharon” and high fiving myself.
Chest bumps are too hard to do, even in one’s imagination.
M. came skating over all smiley, and I was all smiley back because LOOK AT ME conquering this difficult drill. Which was when he asked if I had made up a drill for myself and I was all “No, it’s the one you taught me.”
Apparently I wasn’t even close to doing it right. The only reason it was easy was because I was doing the whole thing incorrectly. But I swear to god, in my head I was da bomb.
I should probably get some meds for how delusional I am.
p.s. I may end up skating in a meet much sooner than I thought due to a bunch of changes they made with speed skating meets this year.
p.p.s. Why yes, it does scare the crap out of me. Thank you for asking.
p.p.p.s. I did manage to get on my left outer edge going into a crossover–more than once. That in itself is miraculous.