Breakfast Club Winter: Week 6
Finally!! Back on the ice after four painful weeks on the injured reserves list. I got my awesome glow-in-the-dark waterproof fiberglass and Gortex cast off on Friday, went to my first physical therapy session on Monday, and got the green light (blue line?) to hit the ice this morning. I don't know if you missed me, but I sure as heck missed me. Doggone, it was nice to have me back. I haven't been me without being on the ice. And without getting my weekly razzing by Lyle. And Joe. Although Scott was nice to me today. No, I take that back, Scott gave me a hard time, too. Sigh... so nice to be appreciated...
We had father + son goalies for today's Wednesday morning class. Chick count was at a whopping four: me, Sally, Terri and Susan. And, yeah, there were some of those other creatures known as "boys" there, too. I don't know all of your names, sorry, if you weren't so painfully shy you could tell me your name so that I could mention you in the blog. Your fifteen minutes of fame awaits you! And if you're feeling really bold, you could give me your social security number. Your lifetime of identity theft awaits you as well. It's all in your hands.
As usual, we did a little of this and a little of that. Warm-ups were a bit different than I was accustomed to. Perhaps you all had been warming up like this for weeks? Who knows. We had two stationary "poke checkers" in each lane, skate it down, dazzle with a mind-altering deke around each of the poke-checkers, and shoot on the net. Then pass to the formerly poke-checking and now simply stationary players as you skate along the boards, give-n-go, give-n-go, shot on net. A nice variation on warm-ups. Don't tell Lyle I said that, of course, because he might get a big ego. I'd hate to have him head off to Hollywood or L.A. or something.
For the "drill" drills, we broke in to three groups. One chase-the-rabbit one-on-one group with both goalies at one end with Joe, a second group doing cross-over work with Scott, and a third group doing a variety of moving-while-passing exercises with Lyle. Notice that I didn't say "one end ... another end... and another end" because even I know that a hockey rink only has two ends. And a middle. Really, I'm not lying! if there's one thing that I know, is my ends from my middle.
Since I have a lot of lost time to make up for, I'm going to try to hit both sessions for the next couple of weeks. That's the nice thing about the Breakfast Club: if you're technically registered for one class but can't make it that day, you can go to the other class. Or if you miss a week (or four) altogether, you can double-up and go to multiple sessions per week. Of course, there are those disturbing forces like my job and my future ex who might not like me skating both mornings for the next several weeks, so time will tell if my powers of persuasion will win out. Seeing as I'm in a better mood today than I've been in, oh, about four weeks, I'd say it's in their selfish best-interest to shove me out on the ice as often as they can, so I can take my frustrations out on the puck instead of their annoying mere mortal souls. But you never know. So I may see you tomorrow, or I may not. I do know, however, that I will have the best chance of seeing you if I keep my head up and my eyes on the goal.
We had father + son goalies for today's Wednesday morning class. Chick count was at a whopping four: me, Sally, Terri and Susan. And, yeah, there were some of those other creatures known as "boys" there, too. I don't know all of your names, sorry, if you weren't so painfully shy you could tell me your name so that I could mention you in the blog. Your fifteen minutes of fame awaits you! And if you're feeling really bold, you could give me your social security number. Your lifetime of identity theft awaits you as well. It's all in your hands.
As usual, we did a little of this and a little of that. Warm-ups were a bit different than I was accustomed to. Perhaps you all had been warming up like this for weeks? Who knows. We had two stationary "poke checkers" in each lane, skate it down, dazzle with a mind-altering deke around each of the poke-checkers, and shoot on the net. Then pass to the formerly poke-checking and now simply stationary players as you skate along the boards, give-n-go, give-n-go, shot on net. A nice variation on warm-ups. Don't tell Lyle I said that, of course, because he might get a big ego. I'd hate to have him head off to Hollywood or L.A. or something.
For the "drill" drills, we broke in to three groups. One chase-the-rabbit one-on-one group with both goalies at one end with Joe, a second group doing cross-over work with Scott, and a third group doing a variety of moving-while-passing exercises with Lyle. Notice that I didn't say "one end ... another end... and another end" because even I know that a hockey rink only has two ends. And a middle. Really, I'm not lying! if there's one thing that I know, is my ends from my middle.
Since I have a lot of lost time to make up for, I'm going to try to hit both sessions for the next couple of weeks. That's the nice thing about the Breakfast Club: if you're technically registered for one class but can't make it that day, you can go to the other class. Or if you miss a week (or four) altogether, you can double-up and go to multiple sessions per week. Of course, there are those disturbing forces like my job and my future ex who might not like me skating both mornings for the next several weeks, so time will tell if my powers of persuasion will win out. Seeing as I'm in a better mood today than I've been in, oh, about four weeks, I'd say it's in their selfish best-interest to shove me out on the ice as often as they can, so I can take my frustrations out on the puck instead of their annoying mere mortal souls. But you never know. So I may see you tomorrow, or I may not. I do know, however, that I will have the best chance of seeing you if I keep my head up and my eyes on the goal.
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