On Wednesday night me, Jess, Craig and B all went down the Ice Arena for about eighty minutes' skating (B's school had a 'pupil free day' on the Thursday, so he could make the most of a Wednesday night during term). Three generations of us, all in our own skates, all competent for where we're at. How cool.
There weren't many at the Arena (I think C Grade was having its association meeting at the time, amongst other things (this being 'Mad March' in Adelaide - when heaps of stuff is happening)). I didn't really exhaust myself on anything, but made the most of the sparseness of skaters to get a few minutes practice with backwards figure eights at speed to work on edges and my cross behinds both ways.
A bit of drama when B 'faceplanted' on the point of a transition, resulting in a few tears and a much appreciated cup of hot chocolate before he was back into it. It's amazing how a break of about a month from the ice was overcome within five minutes by this ten year old, and his buzzy bee nature that followed. He had a bruise starting to form on his knee this morning (what ten year old boy doesn't have a few of those every now and again?).
A good night. Not many more to go before Ice Hockey takes over the main rink on a Wednesday evening. Must make the most of them.
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