Might As Well Be Spring

Apparently, rink managers all over the tri-state area read my last blog and decided to throw figure skaters a bone. There are now evening (or at least late afternoon) sessions at various rinks in the area. The power of the keyboard! Actually, hockey season is over and the rinks still want revenue. I can dream... I am struggling to obtain my stamina after a bad cold, which always starts in my head and ends up in my chest. Yesterday's lesson, which lately has been nothing but MIF, was cut short thanks to my asthma reminding me once again that it exists. Of course, this was before I picked up my medication, so after several minutes of coughing, I sat down. The good news is that the three elements that are troublesome for me are slowly starting to improve. For the record, I still hate mohawks and right forward inside three turns and left back inside three turns. In all instances, I've realized that I don't twist enough. When you really twist in a three turn, your body automatically allows you to turn. BOOM! You've turned. I need to relax and just allow my body to turn without hunching up my shoulders so I look like I'm trying to make my neck disappear. It's a look that's hard to describe, but you know it when you see it. There are several elements of the Gold MIF test that I do very well, so it's a bit frustrating to struggle with the three above referenced elements. It makes me much more determined. I have to pass this test, just so I can show off my back eight on the Gold test. If I may toot my own horn; I'm really good at that.