“Wow, there’s a lot of you here!” The instructor says, smiling. “Is it because Dancing on Ice is back on the TV?”
Everyone else nods and laughs whilst Q and I share a look of mock scorn. No. We are not taking ice skating lessons because of Dancing on Ice. In face we are mostly taking lessons because:
a) I have always wanted to and it’s on my life list
b) It’s the one sport type thing I am not absolutely terrible at and
c) Because Q is nice and he agreed to come with me.
There are 23 people in our class. 23. When we booked we got told there would probably be around 6 ish and my head was filled with a vision of the giant ice rink just for us. In my opinion Dancing on bloody Ice has a lot to answer for. (*sob*) As it turns out, two thirds of the rink is taken over by those irritating 8 year olds who already own their own skates, have the cute little outfits and could probably outspin Torville and Dean. Bastards.
So. We only get a section of ice, and we only get half an hour on a Monday night with the instructor. I’m hoping some people drop out or I might have to start bumping them off to get more time and space to myself. Luckily we get free skate time on the weekends for the duration of the course so hopefully I won’t have to get rid of too many people to be able to practice my pirouettes.
It’s fun, tho. It really is. Everyone was nervous and giggling and I even managed to make a tentative friend who came on her own because her husband was convinced he’d be the only guy there. (He wouldn’t have been, but he wouldn’t have been far wrong). Our first lesson involved learning how to stop (which is surprisingly useful and apparently isn’t just ‘keep going until you hit the barrier’ – who knew?), skating backwards and doing a ‘mushroom’ which is where you glide forward and then crouch down. Fancy.
Of course, ice skating wouldn’t be ice skating without a little falling. I was fine. A bit wobbly in places but no real mishaps. Q, however, managed to take me out with him in a spectacular fall literally just as we were getting off the ice. He swears it was an accident but since this is the only thing I’m even slightly better at that him, I’m not so sure… :P
I know it’s only January but I’m planning an ice skating party for my birthday and you’re all invited. I’ll be damned if I’m going to take lessons and not have anywhere to show them off ;)