Oh, my achin'...

My monkey is an excellent skater. And this is only

her second time on the ice!

It started off surprisingly well. I hadn't been on skates in years, but when I got on the ice, it was kind of like what they say about riding a bike. Oh, I was a little rusty and wobbly, but within minutes, I was getting into the groove and feeling like I was a better skater at almost 50 than I was when I was 30.

I only fell twice. The first time it was because I was holding my daughter's hand and she started to slip, and grabbed me and we both fell. But it was a soft landing with little impact.

Fall number two was a different story. One second, I was standing, the next my skates were not under me and I was landing on my backside. Hard. I don't think I have ever really seen stars, but I think I came pretty close with this little maneuver. In fact I have a bruise on my left wrist and a puncture wound on the back of my left hand where my watch dug into me as I landed.

But, being the toughie I am, I continued to skate for another 15 minutes or so. I also walked through the hobby store with my daughter, made supper and threw a load of clothes in the washer.

And then, it hit me: A wave of aches that sent me to bed for MOST of the rest of the evening with my backside on a cold pack.

Today? I have new aches and pains that weren't even on the RADAR yesterday after my spill.

The moral of this story, I think, is that even though you THINK you are a better skater 20 years later, your body just may not tend to agree.

Oh my achin'.....

Dawn