Last Friday I skated for the first time in weeks, on freshly sharpened blades no less. Skills vanished, I tottered around cautiously. I skated again Saturday because I didn’t want my Monday lesson to be too much of a disaster. Saturday was reasonable. And Monday was fine. It’s crazy how quickly those skills come and go.
I’d been considering re-testing my moves at the Valley of the Sun Adult Skating camp next month in Chandler, Arizona. My coaches have advised me to re-test for a fresh set of eyes instead of my local judges who see my flaws day in and day out. It’s like the excitement of a new hire versus the co-worker who’s been plugging away for years, or a first date versus the partner who leaves those chinny hairs in the sink. A test session that is all adults might recalibrate expectations a bit too, even though the only way I can take this test is at the standard level. Read the article →
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