I went to the rink on Sunday. I was all decked out in my professional skating togs (old yoga pants and a zip-up sweatshirt–yeah, I was stylin’), excited and ready to roll and–the rink was closed. Dark, empty and locked. I spent a few minute staring disconsolately through the windows and then left. Several of the coaches are off in Brazil, so I assume that’s why the rink wasn’t open for practice.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough, I had to stay late at my office the last two days, due to the company needing me to do all kinds of work. Work, when I needed to skate! What kind of crazy priorities do these people have, I ask you?
Tomorrow, if all goes well, tomorrow, THERE WILL BE
BLOOD, I mean SKATING. Oh, yes.