I took Lara and her friend Annie ice-skating on Monday. I have skated regularly for a couple of years when I was younger and thought skating was like riding a bike - you never forget how to do it. Lara had done a couple of skating lessons so I thought it would be fun to go around with her as a holiday treat. It was harder than I thoguht looking after two kids who can't skate when I'm quite rusty myself. On top of that, I forgot that I'm a lot older now.
Lara was crying (her friend was faster than her so I tried to stay between them but I was too far for comfort for Lara) and in a haste to get to her, I fell down bottom first. Luckily, I didn't break anything and I was still able to walk, I got up with a sore bottom and continued skating. But by the time we finished and walked to the car park (I also managed to get a pair of school shoes with Lara afterwards so I guess the pain was not too bad), it hurt a lot more. That night I couldn't get up from a sitting-down position without some efforts and had to take pain-killers. I really worried I would wake up unable to walk, who will look after Sam then? Fortunately, the pain subsided the next day.
I forget that I am on longer the young 18 year old who could just get up from a fall, my older bones don't handle it too well. Maybe skating is not a great idea after all?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Too old to skate
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