Wednesday, November 24, 2004
St. Joe isn't good for a whole lot else, however
Last time I ice skated was at Skate and Create, a little almost day-care program run by the City of Fort Collins over at the EPIC Center (don't ask what EPIC stands for, I can't remember). EPIC had, among things, a skating rink, and I can remember learning to do the basics with a bunch of other little kidds. After we moved, I pretty much stopped ice skating all together. Until last
Sunday, that is.
Benedictine put on this ice skating thing, and for like five bucks you could rent crappy skates at this rink in St. Joseph (St. Joe is this medium-sized town in Missouri like half an hour from campus). So, not having much else do to, me and a bunch of friends piled into a few cars and rode off.
Once I touched the ice, it immeadiately became appearent to me how long it had been since I had done this. I couldn't remember how to do a thing. I could stand, but that was about it. And to make matters worse, pretty much everyone else in the rink knew what they were doing. So there I was, the only newbie in the entire rink.
My friends were great about it, though, helping me along during the entire night. Eventually I became proficient enough that I could move on my own without being held the whole time. I was making good progress, appearently, but I still felt stupid going a long at the molassas pace I was going.
Fortunately, Jimmy arrived a little bit later. Jimmy was only a little bit more seasoned than I was, so we were able to keep each other's slow company as we went around the rink. It was fun.
The rink closed around midnight, so after that we all went to Perkins. Lemmie tell ya, milkshakes taste that much better after murdering your ankles in rentals trying to learn how to gracefully move on ice. Mmmm strawberry.
Sunday, that is.
Benedictine put on this ice skating thing, and for like five bucks you could rent crappy skates at this rink in St. Joseph (St. Joe is this medium-sized town in Missouri like half an hour from campus). So, not having much else do to, me and a bunch of friends piled into a few cars and rode off.
Once I touched the ice, it immeadiately became appearent to me how long it had been since I had done this. I couldn't remember how to do a thing. I could stand, but that was about it. And to make matters worse, pretty much everyone else in the rink knew what they were doing. So there I was, the only newbie in the entire rink.
My friends were great about it, though, helping me along during the entire night. Eventually I became proficient enough that I could move on my own without being held the whole time. I was making good progress, appearently, but I still felt stupid going a long at the molassas pace I was going.
Fortunately, Jimmy arrived a little bit later. Jimmy was only a little bit more seasoned than I was, so we were able to keep each other's slow company as we went around the rink. It was fun.
The rink closed around midnight, so after that we all went to Perkins. Lemmie tell ya, milkshakes taste that much better after murdering your ankles in rentals trying to learn how to gracefully move on ice. Mmmm strawberry.
You never went skating with us at Big Bear in high school? What a tragic shame! All those good times, Jens skating literally on the inside of his ankles, crack the whip with Bri, or shall I say split your lip on the ice, or Katy H. skating backwards at 10 mph and being taken out by Stephen Wimsatt's well aimed road cone?
When you come back to Denver, we should all go skating. I bet no one remembers how.
In the meantime, I hope your Thanksgiving break was great and that your finals don't present a huge problem to ya.
