My coach ROCKS

I probably don't say it often enough, but my coach ROCKS!

I had my pickup lesson this morning. After spending Monday and Tuesday practicing the new backwards arabesque thingy he threw at me on Friday, he was really pleased with my progress and helped me deconstruct why I was less stable on my left leg than on my right. I am continually amazed at his ability to figure out exactly why something isn't working, and give me just the right guidance to correct it. Given how subtle a lot of the positioning can be, that's a minor miracle.

I really worked hard the past few days - possibly too hard, as I'm pretty sore right now. I really like doing that new move - it's the first time I've actually felt like a dancer again, rather than a mutant on ice with an extra elbow or three. I even started playing around with different arm positions and variations (which Will chided me for... it was messing up my alignment, and was part of my problem on the left). Be that as it may, the past three days have really been a joy at the rink.

And wonder of wonders, Anna even complimented me on my forward stroking as I was finishing up my practice!

It's officially the end of the world, and hell has truly frozen over.

Want to have a snowball fight? :)