I'm on an inside roll, when I pass near a kid. I don't touch him. I never get closer than two feet away. But apparently, I glared at him with my laser eyes. If you had a Russian dance coach yelling at you, you'd use laser eyes too. The kid looks at me like a bunny and falls.
|My laser eyes|
Coach and I kind of glance back at him as we pass. He's up again. Man I wish I had knees like that. At my age, getting up from a fall involves some grunting and a small civil engineering team.
Sad too say, I've turned into one of those scary people on public ice that can pass within inches of other people on public and don't think anything about it. Since I'm in dance patterns I'm down the sides a lot and not in the center and I pass close to a lot of people. And I look fast to them. I feel good about my skating when I'm on publics.
Unfortunately, on freestyle sessions, it's different. A week ago Dance Coach put me in the middle during a freestyle. "Should I be here in the middle? That girl's in program," I said. "She can skate around you," Dance Coach said. "I can skate around you," the girl said. "She can skate around you," her coach said.
Great, I'm so slow I get a pity pass from Freestyle etiquette.
|Freestyle hand of pity bursting the bubble of my skating ego|