Sunday’s I go to the rink and teach for 5 hours.
This past Sunday, the ice was available before our normal lesson time. I decided to get on early and warm up, which is something I don’t normally get to do. So I hooked up my iPad and turned on Imagine Dragons. I skated around the rink and everything was going well.
Then I decided to skate backwards which is usually not an issue…except for this day.
The rink I skate at is cold. And I mean…not like the normal skating rink cold. Growing up, the rink I skated at was probably around 40 degrees. Cool, yes but not COLD. The lobby at the rink is heated, but the rink itself is not. So if it’s zero outside…it is usually about 10 inside. The ice is set for around 21 degrees. But, regardless…it’s cold. COLD. COLD. COLD. So now that it has been warming up, the roof drops chunks of ice and slush onto the surface. Like, hockey puck sized globs of ice which then adhere to the ice surface. Makes for a very uneven skating surface…but, we deal with it.
Well…the first couple of times around the rink were fine. Then, all I remember is my right foot going out from under me and then staring straight up at the ceiling with my hands tucked to my chest and my booted feet straight up to the sky. I slid a glorious 10-15 feet flat on my back, like a fat, magenta turtle. (My coat, which my wonderful hubby bought me, is a cranberry/magenta-ee color.) My daughter tells me I hit a bump and my foot came up off the ice.
I must have put my right hand down to break the fall, which explains the jarring pain which radiated up my arm from the palm of my hand. When I felt the slap of pain, I quickly brought my hands up to prevent further damage. I kept my head up…thankfully! After my glorious slide, I lay there, taking a mental check to make sure that nothing was broken. Nope nothing broken…but my pride. I got up, dusted myself off and started lessons. 4 straight hours of teaching, skating and talking. Sigh. It’s bliss!
It wasn’t until 4 hours later after I sat down to watch a solo routine that I realized my shoulders were sore. Huh. Why were they sore? I shrugged it off and stretched a little.
It wasn’t until I was driving into my garage (I live about 1/2 an hour away from the rink) that I remembered to tell my husband about my glorious slide. And then it all came back to me. (Cue-Celine Dion) My slip, my fall, my slide. MY PAIN!!!!
Falling when you are 8, 10, 13, 16…not such a big deal. Yeah, you get bruised, but then you get a war story to talk about. Falling when you are thirty-something. Oh LORD! Where’s my cane?!?!?!
The half hour drive is what killed me. I sat still for too long and stiffened up. I could barely get out of my vehicle. I hobbled into my house and my husband was looking at me weird. Are you okay? He asks. Um…no. I fell. I tell him. Ahh…he says, looking at me knowingly. Then I repeat my glorious slide story. He tries to not laugh. I take three ibuprofen and still no relief. My back is in pain, my shoulders, my butt…my whole right side. I assume I fell more on my right side than my left.
I drink a glass of yummy wine. Still no relief. Okay…3 ibuprofen and a glass of wine and still I am in pain??? Not good. So then I ask my husband to rub some Bio-Freeze on my back, which he does. He lets it dry and then places a heat pad on my back. Oh my Lord, the horror! It’s like having burning cold shoot tiny little lasers through every single pore in my back. I am on FIRE! So after the 10 minutes of torture…my back is feeling better. More loose. I can move now without too much pain. I am more limber.
We watch a little TV and forgo our nightly tea because we are both exhausted.
I climb into bed and scoot on my right hip. HOLY HELL! The pain is excruciating. I scoot back out of bed and try unsuccessfully to see the bruise that obviously has to be there. Nope, no bruise. But I am sure if you were to peel back the layers of skin and fat that there would be bruise there. It still hurts. Two days later. I cannot sleep on my hip because it hurts that bad. UGH!
Anyway…I will heal. But I am sore. And out of wine. But that’s okay. Because it’s a GREAT story! 😉 Especially the way I tell it.
Blessings be on you today gentle reader. You are amazing!