I still can’t skate on outside edges. I NEED OUTSIDE EDGES. My figures look like I just started skating yesterday. I am not exaggerating for comic effect, I swear. Other parts of skating are progressing nicely, like learning the steps to a new dance or my Mohawk turns, but these edges are, as you can see from my liberal use of capslock, KILLING ME.
According to Big D, it’s a matter of confidence. And I don’t seem to have any. I have always been able to push past fear and I was always proud of that trait (well, if you don’t count spiders, because it only makes sense to be afraid of those freaky eight-legged motherfuckers who clearly have it in for us). I jumped off the high dive when I was 7, even though I though I was going to die. I spoke up to the boss at my high school job at the movie theater after he made another employee cry. I asked guys out on dates. Including the guy I am married to.
But this fear, this nameless fear of falling? Being off balance? Nothing? This unreasonable, stupid, irrational fear is getting in my way and I am having a hard time getting past it. I know I just have to keep at it and I will.
In the meantime, if you have any spare confidence, send some my way. I am back at the rink tomorrow and will be using all I got.