When I showed signs of wobbling, Gabe introduced me to a beginner’s best friend, the wall, which doesn’t mind if you clutch at it while you ice walk.Įventually, I arrived at the far side of the rink. Was it a kind of movement that had its own grace? Also no.
“Push and drag,” I repeated as I scraped my way gingerly across the non-ice surface.īefore long, I was making my way across the rink. “Push and drag,” I said out loud, hoping that saying the verbs would better help my feet carry out the actions. “Then push your left foot away like you’re on a scooter. Now, put your feet in a V-shape,” he said. Gabe’s instructions were easy to follow and execute … until they weren’t. I’d done no substantial exercise since the start of Covid, and in the spirit of visiting a Winter Wonderland, wore a very large jacket that made me top-heavy and even more unbalanced than usual. While the ice was not real, my hesitation was.
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