Sunday, March 13, 2011

Ice skating

Today, we tried to take The Boy ice skating at the Shenley Park rink. It's an outdoor skating rink, and the day was perfect for it: around 40 degrees, with no sun.

The interesting thing about the whole experience was how excited The Boy was. He was talking about it all day, which was unusual for him. Usually, he's resistant to going anywhere at all, because of our aforementioned sense of momentum. The Boy was talking about going ice skating all morning, even talking about it to Grandma and Grandpa. Normally, he complains bitterly about going anywhere.

So, we drove and hunted for the rink. Neither of us had been at this particular rink before, and I haven't been ice skating in around 25 years. (Side note: it's odd that I'm talking about things that happened over a quarter century ago,) The Wife had done it slightly more recently than that, but it had been more than fifteen years for her,

We got The Boy a set of double bladed skates, which in retrospect turned out to be a bit of a problem. What we should have gotten - didn't know that it was available - was a set of the skates that attach to the bottom of his shoes. I know that ice skating purists (are there those?) are likely cringing, but we're first looking to get The Boy comfortable and having fun before we start to teach him proper ice skating form. We got our skates as well (mine just never tightened enough, and I always felt like my ankles were in imminent danger) and brought The Boy on the ice.

He was so excited about the whole thing, at first. He was even intrigued by walking in the skates. It's a different balance system than his normal walking, which made it somewhat interesting for him. Once we got about twenty feet onto the ice, he started to really panic. It was slippery, it was hard, and he was absolutely out of his own control, despite being held firmly by Mum and Daddy. He had a complete breakdown about three quarters of the way around the circle.

The day was somewhat salvaged by treats at the rink and at Dunkin Donuts, but he was quite loud and vociferous about his dislike for ice skating at the end of the day and at bedtime. I'm not certain if this is something we're going to be able to do right now. Discretion being the better part of valor, we will probably wait until next year, when both boys can go.

And, we'll get the skates that strap onto his shoes.

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1 comment:

mellohorn8d said...

Strap-on shoe skates!? I'd love a pair of those. I'm in the same boat as you where my ankles always feel like I'm constantly rolling them with each push of the skate.