Back on the ICE!
For 15 minutes.
But I was doing forward stroking, crossovers, two foot turns.
Tried some 3 turns and a couple of mohawks. Weak and scary, but still I was back on ice. Fell once. Badly.
So, after 6 weeks off, I had trouble finding my edges, and finding the edges was really important. If I'm not on a good edge and perfectly on the right place on the blade, I don't have enough strength in my calf and knee to recover gracefully if I'm even a little bit out of position. For this reason, I'm not skating on public yet, just freestyle. The effort needed to avoid some kid who skates straight at me, terrifies me.
Even when I have a good edge and balance, I look a bit like a newborn bird flapping its wings. I'm all over the place.
Grumpy Coach, who was an elite skater from decades ago, glared at me. I greeted him as always in the Little Old Lady Way with a cheery, "Good afternoon, dearie."
He sort of grunted at me in an Eastern European language, then turned his back on me. There's just no making some people smile.
I blame communism.
Still, we have a suddenly open Saturday freestyle tomorrow (game cancelled). I'm aiming for 30 minutes on the Ice. Ice, Baby! On, the Ice!