Gee, it’s great to be back home. Here home is, of course, shorthand for the rink; I have actually been back in my own house for a couple of days now, but my skates (packed into my checked luggage, never again) got lost in the delayed-plane-shuffle and stayed in Reykavik for an extra day or two.
Perhaps that’s not a surprise (wait for it. . . wait for it. . .) It is Iceland, after all. (Groan.)
Well, I finally put my beloved boots back on my eager little feet and made it back on the ice for the first time in a few weeks. No public ice at my regular rink today, but I am fortunate to have a number of nearby rinks with summer ice.
I am now living proof that skating requires muscles that one does not use in everyday life. I can feel the burn! This is especially true on my left side; I have not worked those particular glute and leg muscles in quite a while.
But I am thrilled to be back, and even more thrilled that I haven’t forgotten how to skate. In fact, once I got over the initial wobblies, I felt pretty good. Hips felt level, feet (mostly) pain-free, pushes and extensions happened pretty easily. I have been doing lots of lunges (forward and side) and my single-leg deadlifts off the ice, and I think that’s helped with maintaining some strength and stability.
And I even got to see my good friend Sonia as well as some other familiar faces. Hooray!
So far, so good. I think I’ll just stop here, filled with gratitude that I am back on the ice.