I finally got back on the ice tonight. Ollson's sponsored a women-only clinic, with the proceeds going to the Weekend to End Breast Cancer. I was slightly freaked about going, and considered backing out all the way there. I talked myself out of spending the evening on the couch and was glad I did. Not only did I contribute to a worthwhile cause, but I feel fantastic for all the exercise. I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune tomorrow or the next day, but for now I'll let those endorphins do their thing.
I have discovered that 5:30pm is a much more reasonable time to be on the ice. My only other option this week has been 7am! I might still make it out Thursday morning, but it was just not going to happen this morning. John (the instructor) was rather amused by my pathetic showing. Six months and a weight gain of 20lbs really does show in my skating. He was afraid I was going to give up the ghost, and there were a few moments out there when I thought I was having a heart attack, but it turns out it was just trying to crawl out of my chest and head over to the bench for a little break.
I'm pretty darn excited about signing up for this year's Habitat for Humanity build in our community. Rather than doing any of the heavy construction work, I hope I'll be working on the second phase, most likely painting. If I wanted to take part in the initial build I'd have to go on a safety course, and I just don't have time for that! I'm waiting to hear back from them before I go buy myself a pair of steel-toes. It really isn't that easy to find construction boots in my size.
Hey! While I was typing this, the news segment about tonight's clinic aired! At least you can't tell who's who under all that gear.
Do you have Yeti feet or something?
Holy mutual admiration society *g*
Now I know they get snow in Oz, and aren't you fairly far south? How does that happen?
If you've ever been roller-blading, it's really close, just not as cold.