Yesterday I went to the rink in an attempt to get some serious ice time. Really, I only had about 30 minutes to spend with skates on my feet, but I wanted to make them count. Moving over ice with blades on your feet is one of those of unnatural feelings that no matter how much time you spent on the ice in your life, after five years off, it takes some getting used to. Plus, at 30, the body doesn't bounce back from wipeouts like it did at 16. And boy did I have some doozies back then.
After those 30 minutes on the ice, the realization hit me once again that my skating muscles were wickedly out of shape. My solution to that was to break out an Insanity workout this morning. Can't say I enjoyed it, but knowing that it helps skating is a goal and something more tangible (and more fun for me) than just getting better at doing high knees. I hate high knees.
The week is off to a good start, despite the blowing snow and icy roads. This East Coast girl is in for a rough winter it seems.
After those 30 minutes on the ice, the realization hit me once again that my skating muscles were wickedly out of shape. My solution to that was to break out an Insanity workout this morning. Can't say I enjoyed it, but knowing that it helps skating is a goal and something more tangible (and more fun for me) than just getting better at doing high knees. I hate high knees.
The week is off to a good start, despite the blowing snow and icy roads. This East Coast girl is in for a rough winter it seems.
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