Trychydts in English

I agreed to go skating on the afternoon. Of course, I knew that had no ice-skates on my feet in the past ten years or so, but I thought that I will remember enough to survive. I also relied heavily on my excellent skates I got maybe 15 years ago.

Well, I not only forgot how to skate, but the delicate art of putting on the skates also slipped out of my mind. First it was so tight that I simply could not bear the grasp of the plastic around my feet. When I loosened the buckles, I almost left my skates behind. It took me an hour and maybe 10 test circles around the rink to adjust it properly.

However, that was nothing compared to my problem with my skills. It seemed simply impossible to hold my balance. I must have looked like Tom from Tom and Jerry, constantly leaning back and forth, occasionally (well, frequently) windmilling with my arms. And when I finally fell, I landed with a mighty crash, making the young girls scream around me.

V.’s performance also increased my frustration. Skating wonderfully, in a regular style, backwards, in “skiing style”, jumping, spinning etc she was just the exact opposite of me. Of course, I never ambitioned mastering this kind of tricks, but if I recall that I was able to skate for hours without the danger of falling, it literally hurts.

I need more practice. Soon.