April 7th, 2014

of Life and Living -or- the fantastic culmination of a month's effort

Forty days ago I learned that I'd won a charity auction for the skating on the SAP Center ice between Sharks morning practice and the Sharks game that evening. At the time I won the auction Nova and I had been on the ice twice and once respectively, and neither within the last ten years. At the time we told likely interested parties that we had room for 22 more people, we really weren't capable of skating any better than anyone else, and a lot less well than many ;-)

So we went down to Sharks Ice and found an instructor to learn how to skate.Collapse )

All of this culminated in our skating session on Sunday. Just a few days before I went against all logic and bought hockey gear so that I could play around with Ken and Nova on the ice. Somehow putting a stick back in my hands gave me the strength, or stupidity, to ignore the pain and keep playing. Finally when my body couldn't sustain it, I found that I could play goalie on my knees. So I was able to play through almost the entire 30 minutes.

When I hit the locker room my hands were trembling so badly I couldn't remove my gear. And I had enough endorphins in my blood that I was feeling no pain. I had no idea how much damage I was doing... but damn, that was fun.

Buying all that gear was probably pointless and stupid. But I simply cannot express how much I miss being able to be active, to play, to engage. There's no life on the couch or in the chair. Life is entering a corner leaned over, letting off the brakes as you open the throttle. Life is making a ridiculous spin attempting to catch a puck hurtling past, to toss it to your teammate. Life is being there, doing something where nothing else can possibly distract you.