Today I went to this low-key, middle of no where, dinky little Nationals skater producing rink, to skate on the same freestyle ice as a senior skater doing triples. In a freestyle that was mostly adults. And we were all polite, observed skating etiquette and kept our eye on the senior skater and he kept his eye on us.
I handed my $9 for a half hour to the ice monitor and got straight on the ice since she didn't have the book out yet.
I know what you're thinking:
|OMG! 9 DOLLARS A HALF HOUR!!|
Where are you skating? Fort Knox?
So, I get off the ice and the ice monitor grabs me on the way out. She hasn't seen me in almost two months and has forgotten my name for the book. As I fill out the book I mention I heard her skater had done really well at Regionals.
"First place," she said proudly,"And now Nationals."
That shows how disconnected from the rink I'd become since my knees went kablooey. I had no idea. So I congratulated her and we talked briefly about the skater's travails with a certain jump, coaching changes, and the rest of her skating kids (three now, the littlest just got skates and is in LTS).
I said, "You know, you're a rock. Everyone depends on you, I hope they appreciate how hard you work to make them successful."
And a funny thing happened. The ice monitor leaped up from her chair and hugged me around the shoulders. When she stepped back, there were tears in her eyes.