Finally up for air and back to the rink

It's been a little over three weeks (or maybe even four). Yes, I haven't been writing and no, I haven't been to the rink this entire time. Blame Nathan Hale High School's musical. I signed on as the costume designer this year - and 160+ HORRIBLE 1980's outfits later (they did "The Wedding Singer". Dippy story, but it's set in 1985 so the clothes, hair, and makeup are awesomely horrible) I basically didn't get anything done for the past few weeks but get that show up and running.

Whew - back to the rink this week after another long layoff.

Mr. Skull, please meet Mr. Ice. Mr. Ice, have you met my friend Mr. Skull. Oh, you have met - how nice....

I had what can only be described as the wipeout to end all wipeouts at the end of my lesson today. At least when you are skating forwards, you can catch yourself if you fall (which I do regularly, and am good at it). However, when you are skating backwards, suddenly you discover to your horror that your arms are on the wrong freakin' side of your body to do you any good when it's time to fall. Today, I managed to catch an edge doing a right inside 3 turn, did a 360 and came down squarely on the side of my skull, full force. Hard enough that I saw stars and was dizzy enough that it took three coaches to get my ass off the ice.

Ow. I'll say it again, ICE IS HARD. You should see the bruise on the side of my head. Monumental.

Obviously, "thus endeth the lesson" and I had to sit for 20 minutes before risking taking the skates off and heading home. I'm still in pain. This one will be with me for a while.

The good news, I suppose, is that I HAD managed to pull of the combination on the left just before trying it on the right (my stupid side, anyway) and having the wipeout of the century. Will threw something at me today that, he admitted later, was two levels above where I am right now. Stupid, testosterone-poisoned me just HAD to try it, even when he changed his mind and said I shouldn't. I was raised by a Marine, for godsake. As I've done with Blue, I was all "4, bring it on!", which you already know has gotten me into trouble during my workout sessions.

Oh hell, I see Blue tomorrow for the first time in three weeks. I am SO dead.