Today at the public session I acquired a new little buddy in the form of a six(?)-year-old girl whom I'll call Marcie, since she continually called me "ma'am." Marcie begged me to teach her my moves, though she couldn't really stay still long enough for me to teach her much. She taught me her moves, which mostly consisted of skating in drunken circles, but she also did a two foot hop in place--it's exactly what it sounds like--that I had seen but never actually tried doing before, so score one for the kid. (Marcie: "See, now you know a jump!") She also complimented every crappy inside three turn I ground out, which was kind of awesome.
Marcie had appointed herself safety marshal of the ice rink. "You can skate fast, but you shouldn't, because then you'll fall down." [to some boys skating by at slightly over a crawl] "Slow down!" [sigh] "They never listen."
Don't worry, kid, I'm with you. The little girls in my class this session regularly skate rings around me when we're all using the same hockey circle for something, but I keep on keepin' on. Compared to them, I have enough mass to form my own gravity field; they are welcome to orbit me.
Marcie inadvertently helped me get my counterclockwise inside three, because I was so distracted by talking to her that I just kind of did it on autopilot at one point, and it worked! Apparently the trick is to not overthink it. Hmm.
Marcie's dad came to collect her after forty-five minutes or so, and we almost had a heartwarming moment where the crabby old lady learns to love adorable moppets when she flung her arms around my waist in a hug I was not expecting at all...and promptly fell down.
Luckily, I did not tumble on top of her. Or at all. That would've been bad.
First rehearsal for the holiday show is tomorrow. Oh, God, what am I doing? The registration form says that everyone gets some kind of mini-solo in the number, which I'm half-seriously wondering if I can waive, seeing as I'll probably be the lowest level skater in the group and may very well just look kind of silly. I suspect any kind of solo on my part will involve an imitation of Bambi's first encounter with an icy pond.
Marcie had appointed herself safety marshal of the ice rink. "You can skate fast, but you shouldn't, because then you'll fall down." [to some boys skating by at slightly over a crawl] "Slow down!" [sigh] "They never listen."
Don't worry, kid, I'm with you. The little girls in my class this session regularly skate rings around me when we're all using the same hockey circle for something, but I keep on keepin' on. Compared to them, I have enough mass to form my own gravity field; they are welcome to orbit me.
Marcie inadvertently helped me get my counterclockwise inside three, because I was so distracted by talking to her that I just kind of did it on autopilot at one point, and it worked! Apparently the trick is to not overthink it. Hmm.
Marcie's dad came to collect her after forty-five minutes or so, and we almost had a heartwarming moment where the crabby old lady learns to love adorable moppets when she flung her arms around my waist in a hug I was not expecting at all...and promptly fell down.
Luckily, I did not tumble on top of her. Or at all. That would've been bad.
First rehearsal for the holiday show is tomorrow. Oh, God, what am I doing? The registration form says that everyone gets some kind of mini-solo in the number, which I'm half-seriously wondering if I can waive, seeing as I'll probably be the lowest level skater in the group and may very well just look kind of silly. I suspect any kind of solo on my part will involve an imitation of Bambi's first encounter with an icy pond.
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