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.