Today Owen and I went ice skating. While we were on the ice, he asked me how long it had been since I last skated. "About 1000 days?" he guessed. I laughed. "No, more like about 4000!" Ack! He could not figure this out. "Why?" I really had no good answer. I tried to tell Andy yesterday that I'm allergic to the cold. Maybe that's why I haven't been ice skating.
Anyway, I didn't fall much, but I was so slllllloooooow at first. Owen didn't care. But he did notice when I sped up. He has a heart of gold, and he can be so sweet to me. When I started to move a little faster, he came up to me with a big smile on his face. "Mom, you're getting the hang of it!" And then I got a big hug. I thanked him for noticing.
But. O to tha M to tha G do my feet hurt. What is with the constant feeling of being on the cusp of two crippling foot cramps the ENTIRE time I was skating? Were the skates too big? (They were my sister's.) Yes, she will love me for saying that. Were they not laced tight enough? Or, and what I suspect is most likely, is it just a matter of me aging by about 4000 days since I last skated?
I will skate again, since the boys seem to be crazy about it lately. But if anyone can tell me how to make it feel better on the feet, 4000 kisses to you!
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