Sunday, December 10, 2017
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
At the suggestion of my coach and in an attempt to get me to compete at Easterns, I now have a Pre-Bronze free dance program. What can I say? I have a pretty hard time remembering footwork and a dance is ALL footwork. It does take me out of my comfort zone because it's all footwork with changes in diirection and I must keep in time with the music. Since I picked the music myself, I can't complain about it. Sexy Silk. If you saw the movie Easy A, it plays in the background. As you have probably guessed, I have to be sexy. I find it almost impossible to feel or be sexy at the weight I'm currently at. I also have a hard time dealing with people watching me practice the program when it plays over the loudspeaker at the rink. What have I gotten myself into? I'm still trying to find out if I have to actually take the Pre-Bronze dances first (I only know the Dutch Waltz and Matt, the coach who was teaching them to me this past summer always had to tell me what the next step was. He also had to tell me to relax my face because it was in a constant panic.) Having to take the dances first might toss a spanner into the works since I don't see Matt any longer and Amy can't take me through the dances.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
For those of you who read the post right before this one, I have an update: I emailed the president of the Great Neck Figure Skating Club, inquiring whether or not they allowed guests at their club sessions. I received a response the next day, informing me that guests were more than welcomed. I then emailed her again and told her about the woman at the rink. The club president apologized profusely, insisting that the woman I spoke to did not represent the club and that I would be more than welcomed when I came. As far as other skating is concerned, I am trudging along with my Pre-Bronze (or is it Preliminary; I have no idea) free dance. My heart really isn't in it, as I wanted to fix a few of my jumps and the entrance of my spins which has gone completely off the rails for reasons I cannot comprehend. Spinning has always come easily to me, until it didn't... This may be my coach's way of trying to motivate me. News flash: I don't work that way. Don't most adults need more encouragement, rather than negative feedback? Does that work for anyone?
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Actually when I got to the rink. And no, it wasn't funny. Since I still work in Long Island and I'm fairly close to Great Neck, I decided, why skate there? There are two evening sessions that I recently discovered, and since Great Neck isn't THAT far, I thought, why not? I put the address into my phone GPS and off I go; 7 miles down dark, twisting roads without adequate street signs. Speed limits changing from one block to the other and that odd realization that Long Island doesn't have a heck of a lot of sidewalks. I make a wrong turn, ask someone for assistance, and find my way to the rink. Several years ago, I skated at the Great Neck rink. It was on Sunday mornings and I am much better with directions when it's still light outside. However, as soon as I walked in, I remembered this rink. It was colder than any rink I'd ever skated in and it still is, in more ways than one. Seeing a woman who worked at the rink, I asked who I had to pay for the Great Neck Figure Skating Club session. First, she looked me up and down, twice. Then she pointed to the man driving the Zamboni. I nodded and said thank you, and went into the lounge area. As I was trying to navigate around the small children from the public session (which included a small boy who apparently just discovered turning around really, really fast can make you dizzy and he liked it), find a seat and warm-up my feet, that same woman came looking for me. This isn't a freestyle session, she informed me. I mentioned that it was on the schedule. Oh, well it's a freestyle session for club members only. So, you can't guest on this session, like at every other skating club? No. It's for club members only. There's a public session at 8:00. No thank you; not sticking around for that. Not giving you my money. And I left. Great Neck doesn't need my money; they are rich and generally obnoxious. Was I turned away because I'm an adult? Or because I'm over-weight? Or because I'm black? I've skated at a lot of different rinks, at a lot of different club sessions and I have NEVER heard of a club session for club members only. Even the Cantiague club sessions that were basically closed to anyone not in the club, allowed guests if there was room. That was a few years ago; now they welcome guests. Money is money. However, Great Neck Figure Skating Club, you won't be seeing mine. You may be the closest rink to my job, but after today, I only have two words for you.... BYE FELICIA!
Sunday, October 8, 2017
I recently had a health scare when I presented to the Emergency Room with severe pain. After a series of incredibly uncomfortable tests that I wouldn't wish on my worse enemy, I was told that I might have cancer. I don't. But what a thing to say to someone when you're not sure! It took another week and more tests to prove that I did not have anything (or at least anything they could identify.) As a result of this health scare, I made a bucket list. There are things on this list that I probably will never have the opportunity to do, such as kiss that actor who played Smith on Sex and the City (his name is Jason Lewis and he's on another TV show now). However, there are plenty of things that I can do. Hopefully. I once again am getting serious about my skating and finishing the ASL Interpreting program I started. Since none of us are getting any younger, it's best to take the bull by the horns and jump in. Currently, I'm taking an online interpreter course on English to ASL and another one that is ASL to English. If you think ASL is easy, I dare you to try to learn it. NOT coded signed English (which is ASL signs in English word order), but true ASL. After you finish one course, come back and tell me how it went for you. Although I had wanted to switch coaches, the powers-that-be decided to cancel ALL evening sessions in NYC, including Long Island. I will have to stay with my current coach, but something has changed and she no longer thinks that I can't do anything. BTW, if you tell someone that they can't or aren't able to do something, eventually, they start to believe it. With that in mind, I've been working hard on my Silver Moves, Silver Freestyle and the Preliminary Dances. The MIF are moving along and I am hopeful for February. It has taken me longer than I hoped to restore my jumps, but they are slowly coming back. My spins are making a come back too. I know the issue is, once again, my weight, which has creeped back up again, much to my chagrin. However, that too is part of taking the bull by the horn. Since I don't know when my company is closing, I won't purchase the season at the closest rink to my office. The last thing I need is to sign up for 50 sessions and then find out that my office is closing in ten days (it won't). The one advantage is that the State has to tell us when we can close; that is the beauty of working in healthcare insurance. More information will be coming. For now, I'm working on learning my free dance for Easterns. My coach has decided that I'll be doing that, this way, I still get to go to Easterns whether I pass my Silver tests or not. Going to Australia is on my bucket list too. I'm hoping there's a guy waiting for me there who looks like Simon Baker and Hugh Jackman, combined. Nice, eh?
Saturday, September 2, 2017
For several weeks, I contemplated hanging up my skates. Things were not going well and I was feeling more and more frustrated every day. Add that my ice dance partner had suddenly decided to not skate any longer (and we hadn't even started yet) as well as being told once again that I would NEVER be good enough to compete as a Silver Lady and well, I had had enough. What was the point in continuing? I could have purchased a house with all the money I had spent on skating. Or at least, a very nice car, maybe even a boat. Or a small island. Whatever, the bell was tolling on the end of my skating life and I was agreeing with it. I skate a session on Thursday evenings that is filled with the rudest, most obnoxious children I have ever met. And I did theatre as a child, so I know what a rude, obnoxious child is like. Now multiply that by 12 and add their parents. These little brats monopolize the upper or lower portion of the rink, you know, where you usually jump, and practice being stupid. They'll all work on hydroplaning or illusions or anything that will take up a lot of space. If you dare to venture into their space, they usually suddenly move, while you're in the air and cause you to abort the jump. Except when you don't and you either fall (which they laugh at) or you fall on them and then their parents spend who knows how long, screaming at you. I'm used to people screaming at me; I drive 20 miles to work on the highway and I work in healthcare insurance. It's the laughing and the frustration that gets to me. And two weeks ago, I had enough. Since I had already paid for the intensive adult skate program on Saturday mornings, I was going to continue going until it was over. I told my friends that I had planned on hanging up my skates because I was going backwards and nothing was working. Everyone tried to cheer me up, but I figured, what was the point? We talked, I listened. We talked some more. I received text messages telling me not to quit. Then I decided something. Something important. It's time to switch coaches. I've never been good at ending relationships; I usually get dumped. But this is one relationship that I will have to end. I'll probably do it gradually, which will be pretty easy considering my ice options dwindle to almost nothing really soon. Also, I'm not quite sure my current coach will really notice. She seems bored with me and with my progress or lack thereof. As for me, I cannot believe that my crossovers are so bad that it's necessary to spend a third of my lesson working on them. Every. Week. Every. Lesson. For. Years. I realize that stroking and crossovers are skills that always need improvement, but every lesson? For years? Anyway, I've decided a switch is needed. I had been working with another coach last year while my current coach was on one of her many vacations and decided to return working with him on Thursday nights. Then I checked the schedule and discovered that Thursdays are being eliminated with no replacement scheduled. Thank you World Ice Arena. The only evening session (I'm not counting the one Power Skating session because it's Power Skating) in NYC and they discontinue it. For what? I'm sure it's hockey. When you consider that hockey has 89% of the ice time here in NYC, it's just annoyingly frustrating. Oh and before someone says to either move, or skate public sessions or skate early mornings, imagine saying that to one of your friends. Keep your snide comments to yourself; there's quite a bit of crap going on in my life right now. The same day I found out that the Thursday session was being eliminated, I was informed that the company I work for is going out of business. Seems the upper management didn't know as much about healthcare insurance as they thought they did and we will be closing. Apparently, I pick companies as well as I do romantic partners. I don't know when we'll be closing, I only know that the CEO, CFO and one other guy have already been let go. And for those of you who want to blame this on the Affordable Care Act; don't. Bad management is bad management. Period. So, on top of not having anywhere to skate, I have no idea how long I will be employed. Yes, I am applying for other jobs at larger companies and trying to finish up my education, but it still stinks just the same. I have been interrupted during several lunch hours (where I watch ASL videos while wearing large headphones in hopes that people will leave me alone; they don't)by co-workers who are upset and curious as to how I can be so calm. If you are only laid-off once in your work career, consider yourself lucky. This will make either my third or fourth time of being laid-off. Getting upset isn't going to change anything. I can only hope that the transition to another job is smoother and quicker than the last time. You remember: fourteen months. "Call in three months time And I'll be fine, I know. Well maybe not that fine, But I'll survive anyhow. I won't recall the names and faces Of this sad occasion, But that's no consolation Here and now. So what happens now? (Another suitcase in another hall.) So what happens now? (Take your picture off another wall.) Where am I going to? (You'll get by, you always have before.) Where am I going to? (Don't ask anymore.)" ** Another Suitcase In Another Hall from Evita Lyrics by Tim Rice; Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Oprah Winfrey is constantly talking about "Ahha Moments" in her magazine, on her network and probably while having her hair done. I had such a moment a few weeks ago. As you may recall, I had been experiencing intense and incredible pain every time I put my skates on. It was awful. The pain would travel up my legs and eventually cause both my feet and legs to go numb. I couldn't figure it out and was ready to toss the skates and skating aside, believing that it could not be fixed. Then one day, while in a rush, I laced up my skates but not as tight as usual and.... AHHA!!!! No pain. Why? Apparently, I had been lacing my skates entirely too tightly. My old skates were on their last legs for years and I just kept making them tighter and tighter until I foolishly thought that was the way I HAD to lace them. Uggh! I wasted two years of skating due to this. Two years! Well, not wasted, but I could have been so much more comfortable. On another note, I apologize for being negligent with this blog. I don't think many people read it, so I figured no one would notice if it suddenly slowed down. If you did notice, thank you and I'll try to post more often. If you didn't notice, well then, why not? I'll continue to write whether you notice or not. Until next time.