"Sure, a Waltz Jump....well more of a hop."
He gives me the coachy wave of the hand indicating "Go ahead."
Stroke onto the forward edge, push up/off/whatever, turn in the air.... and the next thing I know... FACEPLANT!
I'm lying face down on the ice, my hands braced under my shoulders...and fortunately uninjured.
Apparently, not only did I miss the toepick, I may have missed the blade and the whole skate. It happened so fast that my lizard brain took hold of my body and arranged my arms and legs so I didn't get killed, then let my conscious brain take over once I was lying on the ice.
|This may not be far off.
Dance Coach skates up to me and I see a look of horror on his face as he bends down to check on me.
I say the only thing I could think of, "Boh'-zhe moy!"*
I got up and finished the lesson. No injuries, felt fine.
Today, I was trying to demonstrate the Waltz Jump at work, wrenched my knee and from that I hurt worse than the fall! I'll never demonstrate skating stuff on a carpeted floor again!
*Russian for "Oh, my god!"