Uh, oh. Can't let them get too far ahead...
Here's a fun new story from the Myuu's Amazing Injuries file, now with backstory:
So, it's ice skating season here in Cleveland and, being an adventurous type, I've been wanting to hit the ice for quite some time now.
If you recall, the last entry in the Myuu's Amazing Injuries file involved me rolling over and then falling onto my own foot, for epic five-weeks-in-an-aircast funtiems. Since then, I have tried sprinting--previously weakened muscles of aforementioned foot gave out mid-sprint, sending me rolling into that oh-so-spongy indoor track. No bruises. No breaks.
What does that mean? Time for upgrades! Bought inline skates--end of season for it, though, so too cold and too wet to attempt outdoors.
More time goes by. I start to get that Thanksgiving/Winter Break cabin fever. What does that mean? Time for upgrades! Bought ice skates--hockey skates!! In-season! Cold enough! Wet enough! Perfect, yes?!
So, last night I take them for a test run (post-sharpening, of course) at a large semi-local rink. I fall on my ass twice, but am otherwise doing ok--the other falls I catch with my hands and pass off as pushups. Everyone (no one) believes me. I start learning how to go backwards, but rotation from a moving forward position seems to be eluding me. Two hours later, I've managed to rotate 360º, but not the 180º I need to start going backwards. Oh, well. Need more practice. Still can't do crossovers, but I'm starting to be able to balance on one-skate (for extremely short periods on the now-stronger left ankle). I go home and sleep like a worn out, amazingly sore log. But it's a good sleep.
This morning, I wake up and notice a tweet from 9AM (9AM?!) asking me if I want to take some ice for a test drive. Can I say no to something like that? Hell no! I was already planning to go to a later session with someone else, but I figure if I can do two hours straight, I can do three hours with an hour break in the middle.
We hit the ice. I decide to keep practicing those turns. I rotate, fall on my ass again. No biggie. Determined to keep at it, I have another go. And another. And another. Either I get 360º or I get 180º with unbalanced stoppage. Interesting. About 30 minutes in, I get a 540º, but I'm off balance and still rotating. I manage to recover, only to bend my skate inward just enough to hit 720º. At this point, I'm out of control and flailing. I trip over my own skate (Right? Left? Can't remember at this point...), fall forward, roll over while continuing to slide, and finally, forward motion is halted.
...by my very well-placed jaw and its now intimate relations with the ice. Tooth meets tooth. Myuu meets pain.
...but escapes relatively unharmed!
I now have a giant welt (still solid after 14 hours!) with a few cuts--cleverly concealed--just under the jawline. The rest of the session goes swimmingly, aside from the headache. I even get into the second session free! I learn to almost tie my own skates! I learn to do crossovers! I don't even fall!
My plan, for the moment, is just to tell everyone the ice bit me...