Ice skating

I've only been ice skating once before, and that was when I was eight. I seem to remember that two girls were abducted at the ice rink in Reno when I was a kid, so my parents were reluctant to let me go, fearing I too would be abducted. Thus my overprotective parents thwarted my chances of playing in the NHL. Anyway, Anne and I have been talking about going for a while, and even tried to go to the outdoor rink in Reno the last time we were there, but were stymied because it closes during the middle of the day. We finally got around to it yesterday when we went to the rink in Oakland. It was a blast! Although I thought it might be fun, I had no idea how much I would enjoy it. It helped that a friend of ours who plays in an amateur hockey league went with us. She showed us how to swizzle (which sounds kinda gangsta, but just means moving forward by making a figure eight pattern with your skates) and gave us some pointers for staying upright. Both Anne and I managed to skate for a couple hours without falling down, which exceeded my expectations. I was no Steve Yzerman (or even Radic Bonk), but I was starting to feel more comfortable on the skates by the time we left. We might even go again next weekend....