Today is my birthday and I chose to celebrate by getting up at 7 to be at the roller rink at 8. 30 minutes of warm-up, and then a –session? class? practice? I dunno what to call it– with my coach, Doug. I am learning artistic roller skating.
Artistic roller Skating is NOT:
- Cool jumps and turns to music like ice skaters in the Olympics–that’s freestyle
- Having an cool alias and racing women around a track like a demon–that’s Derby.
- Grooving to the beat and looking cooler than shit–that’s jam skating
Notice the word “cool” in all those descriptions? Artistic skating is learning rigidly defined dances set to extremely cheesy organ music and skating endless figures on the floor with deep concentration until you get them perfect. It is the opposite of cool. And I love it.
There’s one more thing you have to know. I kinda suck. I often lurch around the rink, in the words of my husband, like Frankenstein. I freeze up when I try to go backwards. I straighten my legs when I should be bending them. I look at my feet, even though I know that won’t help. I am afraid to wear the little short practice dresses because I don’t like my legs. I don’t trust my balance. So, yeah, lots of suckage going on.
During this year , I am going to work on mastering this non-cool skill and to understand why I love it so. I hope you will join me via this little blog dealio right here.