For those who skate ... you know. Some days you unlace your skates and ask yourself WHY?
Why am I doing this? Today was a compound disaster day.
For unknown reasons I woke in one of those moods. Hubby says "anything wrong?" To which I reply "no". Obviously something threw me off kilter.
I arrived at the 2:15 session ready for 2 lessons. Coach first then choreographer. I warmed up and felt ok having stroked a few laps, done some edges and cross strokes, stretched at the wall, etc.
Then I made the mistake of talking. Talking to my coach about my displeasure of the changes in my choreography and how I didn't feel like it was going in the direction I wanted it to. At some point she said.. "Diane you look like you are about to cry". Within seconds .. there I was standing at the wall, balling my head off for no reason except that I was embarrassed that I was upset and in tears. It was a vicious circle for 5 or 10 minutes, which I felt was an utter waste of my lesson time and money... made me more upset.
Finally we stepped away from the wall and tried to work on the program a bit. I floundered and didn't ... no COULDN'T skate well. Then she passed me off to the choreographer and I spent another 20-30 minutes with her, floundering, falling (hard a few times) and coming away totally beaten to a pulp. $60 poorer do to paying for lessons where I couldn't learn anything with my own mental blocks.
I'm home now. Had a cocktail, played golf with my husband, came home had dinner and a glass of wine and I am not able to see this for what it was ... a bad day. Nothing more. And the moral of the story is: Show up for a lesson with your mind and body open .. not closed and don't spend lesson time talking. It's a waste of time.
That is my excuse of the day for not skating my best! More Silver Tango 🥱
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