Yesterday, I stopped at Pettit Ice Center and took a few spins around the rink during Open Skate. (OK, that sounded a lot more graceful than it actually was. It’s more like I clunked my way around in circles, arms straight out like the "t" in topsy turvy.)
Despite my questionable skating abilities, I managed to stay upright the entire time, and I enjoyed myself. I wouldn’t say I got a workout, rather, it was more relaxing, almost meditative going around and around and around.
Even though, it seems, half of my Facebook friends are photographing their naked feet on a Florida beach, I am OK ice skating during spring break. I even looked up the schedule for the rest of the spring and plan to go again. I’ll probably even go during the summer.
It’s hard to imagine now, but I am particularly looking forward to visiting the chilly rink in July or August when it’s 95 degrees and insanely humid. The chance to access winter once it's gone might actually be appreciated later this year.
Then again, maybe I did just fall on the ice yesterday or got a skate to the head with thoughts like that.