The Perils of Little Children and Ice Skates

Well Hello again.
I realize I have been a little lazy in regards to blogging however, I have been very busy at skating. 7 days a week and lots of little children on ice skates... sigh.... the glory of being a professional skating coach.

Yes, most people think that we are invincible and goddess like. As we are the ones that take their children off their hands for 30 - 45 minutes on a Saturday and Sunday morning so they can have their morning coffee in peace. Now for the first few weeks, these young 2,3,4 year olds will cry and fall.... alot, some are like bambi... legs everywhere. Now there is nothing wrong with falling as long as they don't wipe me out. I have had flailing arms in the nose, flailing feet in the knee, spit at, hit, even kicked in the groin by a child having a temper tantrum. All was well..... and in the end the little darlings learned to skate.

Now once these lovely little cherubs get the idea of skating, they become steadier and faster. However, stopping is usually a challenge, so sliding across the ice on their bums, using the boards or any object to stop or slow down is their course of action.

Heh, this past Sunday one wonderful little cherub that likes to use the later to stop, did just that. Used my assistant to stop, however, from behind the assistant had no hope. She was gone, feet out from behind..... on her back. As the assistant was going down... the feet came up in front and hit my shin. OUCH!!!!!

Once I picked up the train wreck laying on the ice.... assessed everyones damage, I realized my shin was really hurting, so I assessed my own damage. UGH!... blood everywhere!!!!!!!

So off the ice I go...get the first aid kit....clean up the blood, and make an assessment. I wrap up the cut and make a call to the Wolf to come and get me and take me to the ER (because my van was still in the shop and the Wolf has been chauffring me).

Of course the Wolf's reaction was "What happened?", then "Never mind, tell me later"

So off to the ER we go. woo hoo! (which is a story for another day)

A few stitches later and a third degree bruise, I am at the mercy of my family.... heh..

Well until next time, watch out for cherubs on ice skates or should I say on boots with carving knives.