Back after a week off

Four pounds lighter and four wisdom teeth missing - back to the rink today for the first time in a week.

Last time I had a layoff, I came back and not much had gotten better. This time is was WAY different. For some reason, I'm suddenly starting to trust my edges, and the progressives were much improved. I'm also able to glide backwards on one foot without too many drunken duck imitations. I spent quite a bit of time on the changes Will gave me for the forward stroking. There's something still wrong, and I can't seem to find my balance. DAMN I wish I had mirrors!

All told, it was a good workout, and the layoff time must have given my brain a chance to do some serious assimilation. Will is threatening to start teaching me some actual steps on Friday. I guess I'm not done being a drunken duck after all. Sigh - good thing I'm well acquainted with public humiliation (remember the skate guards incident?)

I don't, however, recommend tooth extraction as a diet plan. When it's chicken broth or nothing, sometimes nothing is just better...