BC Week #2
Yeah, yeah, class starts at 6:30am. So? I’d rather be 30 minutes late than not there at all.
Sigh… sometimes, life gets in the way of my hockey, what can I say?
I’m not sure what happened before 7am, but I do know that after 7am, we were indeed working on getting in each other’s way. Specifically, one-on-one half ice. Carry it up and over the red line, try to score. Defensively, back check so you can quickly control your gap. For the purposes of this drill, no neutral zone neutralizations, but normally you’d want to keep that player from ever getting in the zone. In the case of this drill, all of the play was designed to happen between the blue line and the top of the circles. I kinda like it when I know where all my play is supposed to happen; presume that you do, too.
The other thing we worked on in that last half (or, in my case, the only half) of class was stops and starts. Giving away to that loss of control was a tough thing for this hockey girl, a very tough thing. Scott kept trying to get me to just use the outside edge of my trailing leg for stopping, but my fear of splatting got the best of me. Inside edge of the leading leg? Noooooo problem, can do it in my sleep with both hands tied behind my back. So why do I lack confidence in myself? Hmmmm, very philosophical for a hockey practice. I never knew two inches of ice could be that deep.
I must give thanks to my random boy victim of the morning, whatever the heck your name was. During the one-on-ones, we had an odd number of players (I was reminded that things were perfectly fine until I, the odd ball, showed up) (anyway…), and so I doubled-up running the drill with Terri and then jumping back in line really quick to double-shift the drill with my dear random unnamed boy. Kinda like Cedar Point and running off the ride and getting right back in line, eh?
Will I double-up and go both Wednesday and Thursday? Will I get there on time regardless of which day we’re talking about? Will I go at all? And I wonder if there will be coffee after practice next week? These are all imponderables, to be honest, and lots of life could possibly get in the way between now and then. But I do know that knowing I get a little less bad every single week is what keeps me coming back for more. Insatiably odd, yep, that’s me. With my head up and my eyes on the goal…
Sigh… sometimes, life gets in the way of my hockey, what can I say?
I’m not sure what happened before 7am, but I do know that after 7am, we were indeed working on getting in each other’s way. Specifically, one-on-one half ice. Carry it up and over the red line, try to score. Defensively, back check so you can quickly control your gap. For the purposes of this drill, no neutral zone neutralizations, but normally you’d want to keep that player from ever getting in the zone. In the case of this drill, all of the play was designed to happen between the blue line and the top of the circles. I kinda like it when I know where all my play is supposed to happen; presume that you do, too.
The other thing we worked on in that last half (or, in my case, the only half) of class was stops and starts. Giving away to that loss of control was a tough thing for this hockey girl, a very tough thing. Scott kept trying to get me to just use the outside edge of my trailing leg for stopping, but my fear of splatting got the best of me. Inside edge of the leading leg? Noooooo problem, can do it in my sleep with both hands tied behind my back. So why do I lack confidence in myself? Hmmmm, very philosophical for a hockey practice. I never knew two inches of ice could be that deep.
I must give thanks to my random boy victim of the morning, whatever the heck your name was. During the one-on-ones, we had an odd number of players (I was reminded that things were perfectly fine until I, the odd ball, showed up) (anyway…), and so I doubled-up running the drill with Terri and then jumping back in line really quick to double-shift the drill with my dear random unnamed boy. Kinda like Cedar Point and running off the ride and getting right back in line, eh?
Will I double-up and go both Wednesday and Thursday? Will I get there on time regardless of which day we’re talking about? Will I go at all? And I wonder if there will be coffee after practice next week? These are all imponderables, to be honest, and lots of life could possibly get in the way between now and then. But I do know that knowing I get a little less bad every single week is what keeps me coming back for more. Insatiably odd, yep, that’s me. With my head up and my eyes on the goal…
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