Since I can't see the game, I took The Child ice skating. She's supposed to practice between lessons. I loved her confidence, but I grew up in Richmond so everything I did was in rollerblades and that was 20 years ago. So I warned her not to rely on me. That was a mistake.
Notes: 1. ice skating is easy. I mean, balance is harder, but holy shit the agility is incredible. Just shift weight and stuff happens! I was cruising around doing things while The Child was stuck on the wall lol. She refused to let me tow her. She worked on her beginner exercises there. She eventually said "I regret my decision. I forgot this was hard" and we left. Oddly rational for her. But she did well.
2. Public skates are ass. It's like skiing a green slope. Everyone was going below what seemed my easiest pace. Pain in the ass.
3. Rental skates are ass. Or my feet are. Or both. I don't know. I need to investigate this further. Running causes a lot of crippling foot pain after a couple minutes. So does skating. This seems incorrect.
4. The Child was annoyed and amazed that I just hopped on the ice and went. She thought I was going to fall a lot and be stuck on the wall with her. She looked forward to this. Harkens back to the first time I went skiing with the wife and future in laws and I learned to ski in the space between the lift exit and the start of the slope. "It took me so long to do that WTF." Don't know what to say, get good.
5. Goddamnit I am not actually good, but now a fire is in me to get back into roller hockey or learn ice. I don't have time or money for this. Damn the child.