Backwards skating used to be my worst thing. Well, at least my most ungainly thing. I would get stiff-kneed and slooooooowly lurch backwards with my arms held out like Frankenstein’s and a terrified expression on my face. It was humorous, I’m sure, but not pretty. And not very useful, either. After much practice, I can zip around smoothly and speedily backwards…..
As long as I pretty much stay on both skates. When I try to glide on one one foot, fear takes over again. I can’t hold up one foot for more than a sliver of a second. Since keeping both skates on the rink is emphatically NOT a part of dancing on skates, this is, um, a problem. I can now do the first part of a one-foot Mohawk turn like a freaking pro, but when I end up on the other skate going backwards, Frankenstein is back. Not good.
Big D suggested that I get into the proper position to balance on one skate–with a an invisible straight line down from shoulder to hip to knee to ankle, and then look at myself in a mirror. Instead of trying to work from the inside out, I am going to try to work from the outside in.
Since Mr. Red is in Miami staying a fancy Hotel in South Beach (it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it) this week, I am going to practice this at home tonight. Once I become the Great Empress of Balancing, I may even add some backward motion in there, but I don’t have room for more that a foot or two, so it’s mostly going to be me stacking myself, Jenga-like, over my wheels and staying there.
Tomorrow I get back on the rink and see if my work while not moving transfers to my work while moving. I have high hopes that it will.