Entry FeedWhat have I gotten myself into?
I am scared, nervous, and afraid of the pain.
What if it is too hard? What if I can't handle it?
What if I make a fool of myself?
What if it is no fun?
How did this happen?
Hockey. Women's Hockey. What was I thinking?
The truth is that I didn't want to be left out of any plans even a little bit social - God forbid I miss out on fun. And I sort of think that they actually needed me to get everything organized. And watching my sons skate around to hours every week made it look fun, and easy.
I don't skate. I can sort of skate, but I don't. I am not even athletic. Sure, I played tennis and softball in high school, and I run sometimes, but did I mention that I have asthma? And that I am little older than I was in high school?
I used to hate skating. In elementary school (I am sure this will mortify my parents) I used to lie and say that I didn't have skates when the class went skating. Yes, I lied to my teachers to get out of doing something that I really, really didn't want to do.
Now I love watching my husband and the boys skate. They are so powerful and graceful. I keep trying to convince the boys to try figure skating with their sister. They would be beautiful, and she is small. No dice.
Wednesday nights we will take the to ice at 10:15 pm, a time when I am usually in bed. We have a coach. We are ordering jerseys. I will need to get some equipment mostly to protect myself when I fall.
I blame Son One. Before a tournament game, he was missing a glove. I needed to buy him new gloves just to get him on the ice. $65 gloves! I bought the size up because I knew we would find his other glove, and I couldn't justify spending $65 on gloves when he already has great ones that fit. Now I have $65 gloves! I just need a stick, helmet, shoulder pads, shin guards, hockey shorts, and skates. Oh yeah - something called a jill.
I am scared.