Because I’m obviously not a very good ice skater…
And because a short snow skiing lesson turned out to be seriously fun…
And because I like a good challenge…
And mostly because I want that feeling of floating and zipping and zooming along.
Last weekend, we bought some inline skates so that I could practice in our neighborhood, which has a surprisingly unused recreation area. (There is a tennis court, a basketball court, a volleyball court, and a 1/3 mile track. All in a mild state of disrepair, but perfect for me – because nobody goes there and will thus be spared my humiliation.)
We also bought a couple tennis rackets. Partly as a protest against a horrible 7th grade tennis coach who basically said, “you’re a horrible tennis player, go find some other sport.”
I’m still holding a grudge. I really liked tennis then, poor player that I was, and I was heartbroken that she didn’t want to help me learn.
Flash forward twenty-six years (dear god!) to a slightly rundown court in a disused quarry in the heat of a hill country afternoon…there you’ll find me, grinning like a fool in love, tennis racket in hand.
I’m still bad at it. I just don’t care anymore.
So remember when I told you about learning to eat left handed? About that…
Two weeks ago, I fell during an ice skating lesson and broke my wrist. It’s a nice, clean radial fracture, but you cannot imagine the pain. Worst in my entire life, I kid you not.
Since that fateful Saturday, I’ve been stuck in a Short Arm Fracture Brace, Open Thumb. Which is actually a modern, removable hard cast that you can get wet. Regardless of those amazing features, I still can’t actually use my right hand. My dominate hand.
So, I’ve been eating (and everything-else-ing) left-handed.
I’m totally over it.
But not really because I have to spend at least 3 more weeks in the brace. Doctor’s orders and all that crap.