Twizzling to and fro

Tonight in class we learned, of all things, twizzles. Yeah, that move. The one I not-so-privately think has ruined ice dance in the past fifteen-odd years.

Keep in mind that ain't nobody in class doing that on one foot yet, minus my coach, a former ice dancer, who dropped in tonight. So we weren't nearly that impressive.

I'm still cloudy on how twizzles differ from badly-centered spins. I think for people who know what they're doing, maybe the spin takes place closer to the toe pick, while the twizzle is more of a mid-foot thing? I don't think I've quite managed to get up to the sweet spot near my toe pick yet, so I was pretty much doing two-foot spins down the ice.

Relevant and highly entertaining video, especially if you grew up watching Nick at Nite.

We also learned Swing Choctaws, which from the rest of that video actually look like the least-terrifying type of choctaw, despite how scary they are to actually do. Let's just say there's a much, much higher chance of stepping on my blade tail than I'm comfortable with.

I suspect both of these things are going to show up in my lesson tomorrow.

In other news, it's been 36 hours or so since my first dose of Prednisone. I guess it's a little early to be expecting results, but frankly I'm more stuffed up than my usual baseline. Of course, I did just come off a six-day antihistamine detox. That probably matters. I've been using the squeeze bottle sinus rinse they gave me, but though it does keep water out of my ears, it doesn't seem to clear as much crud out as the neti pot did.

Maybe it will all get better with a little time?