I felt TERRIBLE about practice this week. I skated so well in the days before practice, but then when Tuesday rolled around, my psychotic anxiety caught up to me and I wouldn't try anything. And then I felt like such a big pussy of a failure. I don't know what the hell I was doing, but I was way off and have been angry about it ever since. ( Though yes, Jayme, I am kind of proud of myself for keeping up with the insanely long pace line...I just should have tried actually DOING the drills.) I guess every time won't be great...got a bad one out of the way so I know how to fight it off next time, right?
So then this happened:
Dislocated my thumb joint. Yeah, I fell wrong...again.
Though I'm that boiling pot of spaghetti on your stove, whose starchy, burning water is about to explode all over the cook top...spaghetti tastes good after it's drained and cooked. (What?!?!) I'll be back to my normal, yummy goodness in a week, in other words. And I'm sorry if I kill, maim, scream at, punch, tongue lash anyone during my 'cooking' time.
I think it's time to go plant a gnome. I generally do it in the Fall (lest the gnome be bothered by the warm temperatures), but Psycho-Kate needs a diversion. Anyone in?!?!