I have never been ice skating. Considering
I grew up on a body of water in central Wisconsin, that fact is surprising even
to me. However, growing up in a small town with little retail outlets made
finding ice skates a challenge, and the only real outlet we had to try the
sport was on the ice of the nearby river or on the inconsistently maintained
ice rink on the borders of the public school property. As a result, my
opportunities to ice skate growing up were fleeting, and on the rare occasion
they would come along I would always express my disinterest in trying the
sport. After a very close friend of mine died falling through the ice of the
Fox River when I was child, I developed a sort of aversion to ice sports in
general. Even in circumstances where I knew the events would take place on
rinks frozen all the way through, I didn’t have any interest in partaking. To
me, it was better to stay safe and warm, even if it meant missing out on a new
experience.
As I grew older, I realized this
perspective was one that I likely needed to change. After all, my new hometown
of Madison boasts some of the most beautiful and unique ice skating locations I
have ever seen, from Tenney Park Pond to the rooftop ice rink on the Madison
Children’s Museum. Despite this point of view, with each passing winter I
consistently failed to follow through with my intentions. Even after moving
within two blocks of Tenney Park several years ago, I never took the time to
finally learn how to ice skate. As a result, I moved into my “I have never...”
year with this long standing objective still on my “to do” list of life
experiences. In turn, I resolved to make learning how to ice skate a part of my
“I have never...” journey. One way or another, I was going to take to the ice
this winter.
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The Hart Park rink |
In the midst of my new experiences winter
came quickly this year, which inspired me to start the process of pinpointing
the perfect opportunity to try ice skating for the first time. Although I
thought this was an event that would likely occur at one of the many ice
skating locations in and around Madison, about a month ago Rachael made me
aware the location hosting her extended family Christmas had an indoor ice
skating rink. Realizing the location would provide me a safe way to experience
ice skating for the first time on a day that it would otherwise prove
challenging to squeeze in an “I have never...” experience, I quickly committed
to the idea. With that, I had decisively pinpointed the first time I would
attempt to ice skate after more than 30 years of life. The feeling was strange,
but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to finally take to the ice on a
pair of skates.
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Lace 'em up! |
When Rachael and I arrived at the location
of the party, Hart Park in Wauwautosa, Wisconsin, we wasted little time finding
our way to the ice rink. Although we originally thought the facility offered
ice skate rentals, we were quick to find this was not the case. Fortunately,
Rachael’s sister, Sarah, happened to have a pair of men’s ice skates that fit
me perfectly and was willing to let me use them. Relieved I avoided a potential
event-ending scenario, I happily took Sarah up on her offer and set to work
lacing the skates to my feet. Although the feel of the skates was a bit odd at
first, the stiff sides and lifted support of the boots reminded me of the
rollerblades I had in my youth. As a result, I was quick to acclimate to the
skates in the safety of the seating area just off the rink. All that was left
to do was to step onto the ice and learn how to put the skates to use.
After waiting a bit for Rachael’s
brother-in-law, Zeke, to prep his skates, he met me near the door to the rink
and gave me a few last minute pointers. Reminding me to focus on balance and to
make small swiping movements with my feet to move forward, Zeke took a step
through the ice rink door and turned back toward me. “Just step on out,” he
said waving me in. His direction seemed simple enough, but the very real
possibility of my slipping and falling upon setting my skates on the ice caused
me to hesitate a moment. With a deep breath, I took one last look at the rink
and placed my hands on the inside of the doorframe. “I guess it’s now or never,
huh?” I said looking back up at Zeke. “Yeah, I would say so,” he replied with a
chuckle. With that, I slowly lifted my right foot and guided it through the
door where it met the ice. Feeling a greater degree of grip than I expected, I
promptly followed suit with my left foot and let go of the doorframe.
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The first step |
With both my feet planted on the rink I felt my
body coast forward across the ice, causing me to brace myself for the
worst-case scenario. With a bit of a wobble and a smile, I slowly lifted my
body upright to find my balance. To my surprise, the effort was relatively
easy, which gave me hope my first experience ice skating would be a success. Of
course, that meant I needed to do more than simply stand in place on the ice.
As a result, I looked up to Zeke for a little more direction on putting my body
into motion. My body language was enough to tell Zeke I needed some assistance.
“Alright, now just start moving your feet out like you are rollerblading,” Zeke
said demonstrating the motion. Following suit, I began to slowly fan my feet
from side to side across the ice, which caused me to inch forward into the
stream of skaters circling around the rink. Realizing I needed to continue
moving to avoid becoming an obstruction for the other skaters around me, I
continued moving my feet in short strokes and Zeke coasted along side me. With
that, I was ice skating for the first time in my life, which caused an
immediate feeling of joy I will likely never forget.
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Getting some pointers |
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...and some encouragement |
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FUN. |
Over the next 30 minutes, I slowly became
accustomed to the feelings and motions of ice skating as Rachael’s brother,
Dan, and his wife, Audra, joined us on the ice. With a little more direction
from Zeke, I quickly learned how to turn and stop on the skates, which greatly
increased my comfort on the ice. With time, I found myself becoming more stable
on the skates and increasing my speed as we moved in sweeping circles across
the rink. Although the extended effort caused noticeable aches in my leg
muscles and shins, the fun I was having made the effects easy to ignore. Sharing
plenty of laughs and dabbling in a bit of the ridiculous, Zeke, Dan, Audra, and
I whirred around the ice for some time, all but ensuring my first experience
ice skating would be one to remember.
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Getting better |
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GREAT FORM. |
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Picking up steam |
By the time my first experience ice
skating was drawing to an end, I found myself much more comfortable on the
skates than I ever would have expected. Eventually, I was working around the
rink at a relatively high speed and was making sharp turns with a moderate
degree of control. My comfort and confidence on the ice encouraged those in our
party to start challenging me to new techniques on the ice. Standing on the
sidelines of the rink, Rachael and Sarah called out stunts including backward
skating, skating in a perfect circle with another skater, and standing on one
foot while in the ice. In response, Dan and I did our best to follow through
with each action, which proved generally successful. During the course of the
challenges I tumbled in my only fall to the ice of the day, but I figured out
the basic movements of each trick with a little bit of effort. The results only
added to the day’s experience and made me realize I had been missing a lot of
fun by waiting this long to ice skate. I was so much more entertaining than I
expected it would be, and as an added benefit, it was one heck of a workout.
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Such grace... |
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Taking a tumble. |
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Some awesome people... and me, of course. |
My time ice skating was a long time
coming, but I couldn’t think of a better first experience than the one I had
today. I had the opportunity to learn how to skate from a group of awesome
people that were equally interested in making the most of the experience, and
they were more than willing to act a little ridiculous to add to the day’s fun.
After spending some time on the ice today, I can go beyond saying it is likely
I will skate again and instead state that I can’t wait to get on the ice again.
While I figured the experience would be a good one, I never anticipated it
would be so much fun. It took me more than 30 years, but I was finally able to discover
the joy of ice skating; all thanks to the goofy idea of a trying a year of new
experiences.
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