Summer week #1
It’s the first week of the summer edition (2011) of the Breakfast Club. Hurrah for summer! There ain’t nuthin’ better than driving to the rink with the top down. Helps to dissipate the stench of the hockey gear, right?
Speaking of stinking up the place, doggone this morning was yet another reminder why I need to desperately cling to my dreadfully boring day job, rather than aspiring to a glamorous career as a paid-to-play professional. Not everyone is cut out for the big leagues, of course, but that’s OK. A bad day on the ice is better than a good day doing just about anything else, even if your bad day on the ice was only bad because you expect more out of yourself than you were able to give at that moment.
This week, we primarily worked on our stick handling. Did you know that the pesky little puck isn’t really that pesky, and that you can actually stick-handle the puck without having to give it the laser focus death stare? Whodathunkit?! I need to improve my “stick intensity”, however, because I still have trouble “feeling” the puck; I resort to pushing it and/or staring at it, neither of which are terribly helpful when Michael is trying to beat me to the puck in our little game of one-on-one half ice. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Which is actually another thing we worked on – pushing the puck ahead of ourselves, executing a glorious spin move, and catching back up to our own puck. I think Lyle wanted to make sure Scott got his morning chuckles in, because we were all variously amusing and entertaining in that drill.
And amusement is the key to life. If you’re not having fun, then you should be doing it. Being able to laugh at yourself is key to having the confidence to keep on trying. Being able to look at yourself critically and improve upon the bad hockey habits that you need to improve upon, however, is even better. The longer you’ve been playing, the more likely it is that you’ve fallen in to some counter-productive ruts that you need to get out of. And the Breakfast Club is the perfect place to de-rut (un-rut-ify?) your game. There are still a few openings for the Thursday morning 6:30am-7:30am session (there were about eighteen of us, max is 24), however the Wednesday morning session is apparently already sold out. But fear not, if you need to do a swappie one week between Wednesdays and Thursdays due to the other, less fun, aspects of your life trying to bogart their way over your hockey life, rest assured that you can show up on whichever day fits your needs best that week.
I plan to keep my head up, and my eyes on the goal. See you on the ice, my friends.
Speaking of stinking up the place, doggone this morning was yet another reminder why I need to desperately cling to my dreadfully boring day job, rather than aspiring to a glamorous career as a paid-to-play professional. Not everyone is cut out for the big leagues, of course, but that’s OK. A bad day on the ice is better than a good day doing just about anything else, even if your bad day on the ice was only bad because you expect more out of yourself than you were able to give at that moment.
This week, we primarily worked on our stick handling. Did you know that the pesky little puck isn’t really that pesky, and that you can actually stick-handle the puck without having to give it the laser focus death stare? Whodathunkit?! I need to improve my “stick intensity”, however, because I still have trouble “feeling” the puck; I resort to pushing it and/or staring at it, neither of which are terribly helpful when Michael is trying to beat me to the puck in our little game of one-on-one half ice. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Which is actually another thing we worked on – pushing the puck ahead of ourselves, executing a glorious spin move, and catching back up to our own puck. I think Lyle wanted to make sure Scott got his morning chuckles in, because we were all variously amusing and entertaining in that drill.
And amusement is the key to life. If you’re not having fun, then you should be doing it. Being able to laugh at yourself is key to having the confidence to keep on trying. Being able to look at yourself critically and improve upon the bad hockey habits that you need to improve upon, however, is even better. The longer you’ve been playing, the more likely it is that you’ve fallen in to some counter-productive ruts that you need to get out of. And the Breakfast Club is the perfect place to de-rut (un-rut-ify?) your game. There are still a few openings for the Thursday morning 6:30am-7:30am session (there were about eighteen of us, max is 24), however the Wednesday morning session is apparently already sold out. But fear not, if you need to do a swappie one week between Wednesdays and Thursdays due to the other, less fun, aspects of your life trying to bogart their way over your hockey life, rest assured that you can show up on whichever day fits your needs best that week.
I plan to keep my head up, and my eyes on the goal. See you on the ice, my friends.
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