Jo Rhett (jorhett) wrote,
Jo Rhett

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.We've been back at least twice a week all month, getting better. Nova has found herself in love with skating. She jumped in much earlier than me, and is taking one-on-one skating lessons from a hockey player. She's be starting formal Hockey classes this coming Saturday with hopes of playing in the fall league.

I spent years on roller blades and playing pickup roller hockey, so I expected to find myself transitioning much easier to ice. Unfortunately the transfer hasn't been easy--my sciatica limits me to about 5 laps before I start losing control of my left foot. Unless I can make some breakthrough with back pain, I really don't know how far I can get with this. My doctor has already suggested (but not demanded) that I stop.

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.

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