Entry FeedLast night was our third night of women's hockey. When I got home I was so sore that I could barely walk up the stairs. Every week I seem to come home hurting in different places. This time it was my calves.
Husband is laughing at me (not with me, a subtle yet distinct difference.) He doesn't understand how I, a non-skater and hater of most team activities, actually believed that I would be able to play hockey after three 1-hour sessions. I just thought that with good coaching, I could do anything. I also seem to have forgotten that I am going to be 35 in a few weeks - not 18. Reality bites.
I cannot skate with the puck. I cannot skate and watch where I am going. I can't shoot. I can't skate backwards. I can't turn. I still can't stop.
The good news is that I haven't yet fallen, yet somehow I am not afraid that I will get hurt. I managed to dress myself last night with minimal help and without pulling any muscles. Also, my equipment is starting to stink, so now I feel like a real hockey player, even if I can't play.
Let's hope that I am at least getting a good workout. Seven more weeks.
I am loving our hockey nights! I look forward to it all week and wish I could go skating in between to practice what we are learning. I'm amazed at how much everyone has improved in just 3 weeks, you included. And hey, 35 IS NOT OLD!! I'm closer to 45 than 35 and there is no way I'm going to let myself believe I'm too old to try something new. Sure, I feel so awkward handling the puck that I'm not even sure which way I should be shooting, right or left, but I love the challenge of trying something new. I'm hooked, seven more weeks is not going to be enough for me.