Literally, from my ankle up.

Sadly, one would probably assume I'm talking about watching the exciting sport on tv, what with the Olympics abound, but I am tv-less while abroad, and even if I weren't I hear this is the lowest ranked year for Olympic viewership in ages. But that leads me down another tangent. So to clarify some of this mass confusion, let's get back to the beginning.

I actually went ice skating Saturday, for the first time in probably 7 years and it was wondermous. Took a bit to get back into the groove of things, but after 10 or 15 mins I was floating across the rink like Michelle Qwan, if only she hadn't pulled a groin and ruined her competing career.

The actual skating rink was pretty neat. Minus the fact that it was in the middle of a bunch of skyscrapers, it was just like Skate Island...but on ice. They had the crazy techno and 90s music pumping, and of course, myself being myself (Steph, that is), I decided that if I could car dance, and roller dance, then I could ice-skate dance. So I did. In between multiple crash landings. The best was when Becca and I were "salsa" dancing, taking turns skating backwards etc, and then we'd go to opossite ends of the rink and take off at each other, and then grab arms in the middle and fling eachother around. As dangerous as this sounds it was actually quite non-productive, but at the rare occassion that we actually didn't miss our grasps, it was extremely fun.

The kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-neck-fantastic part (ie: not fun) came after our time was up, and immediately upon removing my shoe/boot/skate I could feel my ankle (yes, the bad one I broke when I fell off the ladder) swelling up like a grapefruit. By the time we exited the rink I was pretty much limping.

So today, I'm stretching it and contemplating how long I should wait so it can heal before I go ice skating again :)

Oh yeah. THAT'S how much fun it was.

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