After fifteen minutes in session of weird shit like back loops, things that might have been twizzles in a back pattern, forward cross rolls with hands behind the back, back cross rolls with something else I faked, then double back threes, alternate jump entrances (I skipped that one); I was exhausted and needed a chance to catch my breath so I decided to distract the coach.
"Coach," I said in Coach Challenge's ear, "Bad Ass skater, has trouble with his back left bracket." I patted his shoulder, "Use that knowledge wisely." I don't think I've ever seen a more delighted evil smile.
My work here was done.
I suspect though, that Mr. Bad Ass has certain evil thoughts about me:
Whatever, he needs to fix that bracket. That will make him so much better at Nats.