Sadly, getting up from the ice is a little pathetic. I have to roll on to my stomach, dig in a toepick, then push myself up from the ice by grabbing my knee.
|All I need is an emergency button....sign.|
I narrowed my eyes, "Sweetheart, I'm 40 years older and 40 pounds heavier than you are. I got one way to get up. This is it."
But getting up from a fall is rewarding for me. After 20 seconds of struggle, I finally get back on my feet, there's a sense of triumph! How many of you younger skaters feel like that?
And when I get home after a freestyle I get to snuggle up in a nice warm blankey!
|Ah, a snuggle and a nap...and Advil!|