Thursday, 25 November 2010
It's pretty close to 20 year ago since I last went ice skating. It was during my Lillehammer au pair days and I was lucky enough to get a fantastic winter working on my ski-ing and skating skills. I even joined the Lillehammer Womens Icehockey team and progressed from the person going hand-over-hand around the side-rails at training, to being on the 2nd (of 4) string lineup (just) which meant I would get about 1/3 of a game each week. Anyway - it's all so long ago it feels like a dream. An idyllic dream. One of the really fun things was taking 5 year old Bjorn up to the local ice hall (and at a 10 minute walk away it was very local) to skate around on beautiful freshly laid ice in a huge hall. I think it cost about $1 for a session like that. At the start of winter, our skills were pretty similar! By the end of winter, as I would skate 3 or 4 times a week, I'd manage to kick on a bit skill-wise.
So anyway today, roughly 20 years since last time, I took Jett for a skate. To tell the truth I didn't think he'd even dare to go on the ice but in a turn-up similar to Zali's sudden little-athletics urge, Jett was keen to have a go and wasn't bad at all - easily equivalent to where I was 20 years ago. It was fun. The ice was um.. not quite the same standard as the olympics primed venue I'd been at, it cost $26 for both of us and it was about 1/4 of the size - but still it was fun. In fact it was probably good 20 years had passed since I was such an ice-snob when I got back from Norway I probably wouldn't have deigned to set skate on such conditions.