One of my greatest pleasures is the feeling of gliding across the ice, legs and arms gracefully extended, able to feel the energy stretching out to my fingertips. Or spinning quickly on a blade, laying my body back and stretching my arms up above me while my hair blows about with the speed I’ve created.
These are pictures of me, about 7 years ago:
This winter, I began teaching ice skating lessons at a rink in the area. It’s an outdoor rink, and I teach basic skills. I’m really enjoying it. It’s helped me to remember why I fell in love with skating in the first place – around 17 years ago.
Certainly, it was enchanting – the feel of the brisk air around you, as you jump and twirl on the edge of a blade. And the daredevil, athletic side of me loved the idea of jumping around, as my brother would call it, “on frozen water with knives on my feet.” But it was more than that. Whether it was performing for a crowd or skating on a practice session with no spectators at all, skating was the most fun sport I had tried (and it still is). I love the challenge, to strive to always be ever so perfectly balanced, but not to let on how difficult it is.
But much preparation went into it, and at practice sessions I had to try again and again, learning how to teach my body the exact movements needed to land a difficult jump. So that’s why I’ve chosen this as the new quotation for my Cat Wisdom Wednesday series, from George Bernard Shaw:
I learned to speak as people learn to skate or cycle, by doggedly making a fool of myself until I got used to it.