Tonight was the first night of dryland training. E., who coaches the Masters class in the winter, volunteered to run it. And before I go on about the class, let’s talk a bit about E., shall we? Because the question I get asked most often in my real life is “who is E.?”.
Way to steal my thunder.
Here’s the thing…I write about my speed skating experience and put it out into the internety world. But E. doesn’t live her life on the internet. Nor does M. Or D. Or any of the other people in my class. They just happened to have the bad luck of being in the class of someone who does. E. teaches the class so is an integral part of my journey which means she gets mentioned–often–and I’m doing my best to respect her privacy. Thus the use of initials as opposed to names.
I will say this…the day I found out E. read my blog, I just about died. Like stare at the computer screen in total disbelief and thinking to myself, “no, it can’t be her” and then “holy crap, I think it’s her” and then sending an email going “is it you?” and then face smashing my keyboard when she replied “yes”. It’s very weird when your real life world and internet world collide. So now I just like to pretend she doesn’t read it at all.
Denial’s not just a river in Egypt.
I would say about 90% of the people who have asked me about E. have jumped to the conclusion that E. is male. Interesting, no? That most people would assume my speed skating coach is a male? That because it is someone who is athletic and competent and kicks serious ass on the ice it means it must be a male? *rolls eyes* It’s really very irritating.
While still respecting her privacy here’s what I will say about E. She’s extremely athletic (that one is a given), she is an amazing speed skater (even though she will say she isn’t), her journey to becoming a speed skater is incredibly interesting and I would love nothing more than to write about it because I think it’s truly inspiring, she’s smart, she voluntarily coaches a Masters class which means she’s also incredibly patient–because while you can actually teach an old dog new tricks, it’s way way harder than teaching the young pups–and she has answered every single one of my annoying emails which is also a testament to her patience. She also makes me snort laugh. She’s a smart, patient, kind, athletic, funny, female. And while she’s way too many years my junior to count I admire her completely.
We need more strong women like her to be role models for our daughters.
I mean there’s the small detail that she’s trying to kill me with sprints but, you know, everyone has their faults.
Anyhoo….dryland training was….are you ready for this…..FUN. I loved it. I love doing it with Speed Skating Son and Hockey Playing Son. I love having N., who is the mom of another speed skater and we sort of hit it off and spent the last year on a cold bench laughing and bitching, as my partner. I love how sore I feel. I love that I’m competing against myself. I love that I suck at some of the things but am totally going to try to do my best to improve. And I love that I have this weekly thing to look forward to again.
It makes me realize how much I miss my Thursday night speed skating.
Also, while my legs are totally fine from last night’s workout my arms are ridiculously sore from running sprints.
My body is weird.