Let's call this kind of day "God's Little Joke." And I went to early morning confession before going to the rink, too. I just seems so unfair somehow. I was in a state of grace and a kid still managed to skate into me. Dear God, doesn't being first in line for confession count for anything?
It turns out we have a non-US elite skater training for his nationals at the rink, so the ice has really been nice for the last couple of months as the rink ups its ice cut game. I don't know if this little suburban rink has plans to be a training rink, but it's nice being the beneficiary of good ice. When a freestyle skater and I stepped on the clean ice for public, we both went, "Oooohhhh."
Then the public showed up. First thing first, a 'man of size' took two steps on the ice and slid right through the center ice. Fortunately, when I told him that area was reserved for advanced skaters, he was nice enough to spend the rest of the session plowing into helpless little old ladies and kids around the perimeter.
I then warmed up and practiced my mohawks. After a half dozen duffers, I suddenly could consistently get them with the nice crossings (on one side), so there's hope for m yet in the swing dance. I was in heaven---sort of.
When Dance Coach shows up he runs me through a few warm up exercises, then we go directly into the Canasta Tango.
We did 6 run throughs.
Only two were any good. Here's the reason four of them weren't:
1. Blocked by a couple who decided to abruptly stop in our path and kiss. Slam on the brakes.
|What? Are we in your way? Sorry.|
3. A kid ran into Dance Coach, bounced off him, stayed on his feet, crossed in front of us, then immediately ran into me. And stayed on his feet.
|This is the only explanation|
|I don't care if your mother loves you. GET OUT OF THE WAY!|
|This could have been me!|
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