You're skating on public, and you hear a catchy song on the speakers. It shakes you; It bakes you; You want to slither on the ice like a snake on the make.
Well, maybe not that last one.
So, I skate and get the rhythm of the beat.
I Shake
I Bake.
Memories of my youth are expressed as movement:
My old dance coach is in a lesson with an eight year old. He sees me and he looks like this:
Then he yells after me, "When you start ice dance again?"
When I was in LTS back in 2008, a coach teaching Adult Gamma taught a group of us how to spin. I don't remember her instructional technique, but first time I tried I did a forward spin with 3 or 4 complete rotations. It was beginner's luck.
I could feel the rocker, and the spin was solid, centered and beautiful. I remember thinking, "This is how Johnny Weir feels every day." Please don't make fun of me for that.
From that day til today, I have not been able to do a successful one foot spin.
So I went to freestyle, expecting it to be empty, but figure skaters have no holidays. It was full. At the end of the session, I was practicing my two foot spin (which has a definite sucky quality). On the spur of the moment I decided to do a 3 turn entry, and hold the free foot off the ice on the back edge but not check it.
So, yeah I did a back spin.
TWO ROTATIONS!
I look like this:
Only backwards
And twice.
Yeah, afterwards I'm like this.
But, hey! It was a back spin.
No charge for the wobble the second time I did it. Man, two spins in a row is my limit!
