I am still so battered and bruised from ice skating. My tail bone is so bruised that it hurts and aches to sit. I have dark purple bruise on my knee. I have another, yet bigger, bruise on my leg. This one is has a puncture wound in the center from my skates. Plus on each ankle I have the burns. They are from my skates rubbing on my legs. The left one is so bad it decided to blister. Gross. However, as much pain as this adventure has caused I would do it again. I am so thankful to be able to try something new. I loved skating around the ice with my closest friends, holding the hand of a special boy, and taking so many pictures to remember each moment.
My friends know and support my Elvis obsession. So as an added gift to me they announced my birthday and played me an Elvis tune. So with the crowd skating around looking to see who the birthday girl is I decided to help them out. What do I do? Kaboom. Fall. Everyone already knows each time someone falls. This time was extra special because they were already looking. Their attention was already on me. I wasn't embarrassed just counting the odds of that one. Right before that moment I was doing so good. I hadn't fallen in almost twenty minutes.
I know I'll have to heal up a bit more before I start my skating career but I'm sure I'll go again. Thats that best part of new adventures, trying something new, finding a new passion or hobby, or just realizing that your not missing out.
Ow, I can feel the bumps and bruises of trying a new sport! When my siblings and I were younger and the north Idaho winters were colder, we used to go ice skating on local lakes. I used to love polishing my little white skates and pretending I was an Olympic figure skater. I'm not the biggeest fan of ice skating now, but every time I see a rink or frozen lake I still get the nostalgic feeling... skating hand-in-hand with a friend, woolen mittens rubbing together, spiralling ice trails from our blades, tinkling music of the cold outdoors...
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