It's officially the end of the world.... I got what I can only assume is an actual compliment today during my lesson. As you will recall, most of the time, these are soul-crushing experiences that seem designed specifically to pound me ego into a formless mass of goo. Today was a pleasant and completely unexpected surprise. After working on fundamentals and correcting my form in microscopic detail (which I appreciate, it's just hard), Will had me show him the Dutch Waltz. I can do it, after a fashion, but I know I look like a ruptured duck.
What looks slow and effortless to a spectator is, in reality, an ongoing epic battle with gravity.
I finished doing a pass, and Will immediately started raving about how deep my edges were. Hold it - Will.... raving..... never expected to put those two thoughts together, at least not yet.
Evidently, most beginners don't have the guts to commit to really leaning into the edges, and I guess I'm just too stupid to know just how badly I could get hurt if I lost it. :) It still doesn't look like much, but "depth of edges" is TOTALLY Will's hot button, and for the first time, I felt like I actually might - just MIGHT - be getting this after all.
My backward skating is also improving. We spent some time breaking down why my feet kept getting tangled, and once I got it right, it FELT right. I need to work on stamina, but I have to say that I left the lesson today in a good mood - which was weird, in and of itself. :)
Oh - and after my training session yesterday with "Blue" - yes, I can't lift my arms. :)
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