Blisters and toe picks.

Even though Tanner and I are pursuing different degrees, we've decided to try to take as many classes together as we possibly can, and that explains the blisters. Tanner needed one extra credit in order to be considered full time, and the only type of class that is offered as one credit is P.E.

P.E. is one of those required courses, the ones that we had decided to try to synchronize and do together. But, if both of us are gone then Jonny has to watch the kids, and we didn't want to have to go far, or at an odd time, or when Kate needed to be picked up, or, or, or..., so we chose ice skating, since the rink is a five minute walk from us, and that explains the toe pick.

Ice skating class. Translation: figure skating. Not hockey skating. Ever since I've known Mercy, I've rented hockey skates. They're great, and no toe pick. I don't like toe picks. They catch on the ice. They catch on the boot laces. They're generally in the way if you want to go fast. They're in the way if you want to stop. And yesterday, they were in the way when I was standing still. I was the only one in class to fall, and I managed to do it at a dead stop. I fell so hard, that everyone on the far side of the rink heard me fall. I fell so hard that the teacher was scared that I was injured. All I know is that it's a good thing I've done plenty of skiing or perhaps I should say plenty of falling while skiing. It didn't even wind me, or bruise me. It only managed to throw my back out, but a quick twist to the side and then the other side fixed it.

Today, I went down to the rink to practice. It seemed like a nice way to do something by myself without the kids. I must have laced my boot wrong because the back of leg has the biggest blister I have ever had. I thank God that I live in the 21st century where neosporin and a band-aid are standard household items. I'm just hoping that it heals up enough by tomorrow's class.