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Over the weekend I went ice skating for the first time ever. I thought I was going to fall and break every bone in my body. I’ve been roller blading, but not ice skating. How different could they be? One is one slippery, cold ice while the other is in a nice warm room with a semi soft floor.
“It’s just like roller blading, but on ice. Keep your center of balance and you’ll do fine!” said my friend who has been ice skating since he was little.
For one, I have no balance. I can’t walk in a straight line sober if that says anything. I’m not graceful in any way, shape or form.
“Everybody out here looks so graceful and I’m out here looking like a beached whale.” As I flop everywhere and make an attempt to save myself from falling.
It was Andrew’s first time ice skating too. He did surprisingly good for never roller blading or ice skating before and having terrible balance. We both only fell once. He claims he didn’t fall, but he did.
At least we tried it. But, by the end of the night we were doing pretty darn good and our ankles were a little sore. I still suck at balancing, but I’m mildly decent now. I can’t wait to go again.