Showing posts with label public ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public ice. Show all posts

Thursday, December 22, 2011

"Let's go Ice Skating!"

(It's two for one day here at St. Lidwina's, since my Scheduled Post didn't happen!)

I love having new people at the rink during the holidays, and really hope most of them stick around for the rest of the year. When I'm in the lobby at public skate sessions, and people see Stitch, they'll sometimes ask me about classes and things. I'll happily answer, tie skates, and loan gloves.

Expectation.

But Public Skate sessions around the holidays can get a little crazy, simply because everyone and their dog shows up. Literally. I spotted a cocker spaniel puppy in the lobby not too long ago. The sheer mass of people who don't skate can make things a little dangerous.

So, let's say you're a family on holiday break, wanting to visit the rink up the road for some funtime ice skating. How do you make sure it's actually fun and not a trip to the ER?


Reality.

Skates.

Did you just get some new skates as a gift? Great! Make sure they're sharpened before you hit the ice. Some poor little boy showed up in new hockey skates and collapsed for ten minutes before his mom asked me to check things. They still had the weird "Factory Edge" on them, not a proper edge.

Are you renting skates? Make sure you get the right size, and make sure you tie them properly. And when I say, "tie them properly," I don't mean that you do some awesome macrame job on the excess lace while leaving the lace hooks sad and empty.

Tie them properly means: Loosen the laces all the way down the foot. Stick your socked foot in there, and tighten the laces, one by one, so you're comfortable. Don't cut off your circulation in the name of support. Lots of lace? I bring the laces OVER the lace hooks and around, all the way up the ankle (again, tight enough to support but don't make a tourniquet) and bring them down and around the lace hook set to eat up that extra lacing. Or tuck the excess into your long sock. But don't wrap it around the ankle of the boot, because that interferes with movement, and don't let it drag. You will trip over it. It's one of those Murphy's Laws of skating; what can be tripped over, will be tripped over.

Apparel.

Dress in layers, so you can peel off accordingly. Our rink gets Polar in winter, but most days it's comfortable in a light jacket. Pants, please, and gloves for when you fall.

While that cute little skating dress is very cute, she's shivering. This is one of those parental moments where you make them wear a jacket, no matter how much they protest. 'Kay? Oh, and if you put her in that cute skating dress, know that the Big Skaters wear thick skating tights to cover their legs. Not a one of them goes out bare legged, so please don't let your little girl do it! (Seen it!)

And while you may want to get your budding Wayne Gretzky "used to the helmet and pads," it seems counterproductive to send your three year old out in full hockey gear to learn to skate. One thing at a time, maybe?

Attitude.

This seems to be the single biggest challenge for our Holiday Public Skating sessions.

So you can't skate. This is fine. Go slow, hold onto the wall, and take it easy. You'll start getting it eventually.

Please don't march on the ice, flail wildly and start imitating Plushenko as you enjoy some self deprecating humor. While it is comic, it's very dangerous to yourself and others.

Please don't scream at your little skaters to get off the wall/do something cool/"gliiiiiiiide!!" or whatever. They'll let do it when they're ready.

Please keep a sense of Situational Awareness. Stay alert to slower or faster skaters around you, and don't think others are automatically watching out for you. They likely aren't!

Please don't assume Rink Staff are just a bunch of meanie heads out to spoil your fun. Obey rink rules. You wouldn't challenge a Lifeguard, so don't challenge the Rink Guard.

Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not pick up and carry your little skaters. One of my greatest horror stories is of a mom who picked up her tot, lost her balance, and fell on her tot's head. Other parents have fallen while carrying kids, but this one was the best. To this day I get the serious heebie jeebies when I see a nonskating mom pick up a reluctant tot and carry her while skating.

On the sidelines? This is okay, but please don't walk on the ice with your camera. Yes, I know, you've likely been introduced to that other Murphy's Law of Skating; If they do anything cool, someone or something blocks the view. It's just something you have to deal with.

Remember Budding Wayne Gretzky? Please don't yell at him. Or push him down. Or snowplow him. Or fling him across the ice. This is just sad, really. Unless you're looking to make Figure Skating Moms look like Angels, please don't engage in abusive behavior towards your Little Hockey Boy.

I've seen some great things at Public Skates, and I've seen some pretty awful things at Public Skates. Bottom line, it's what you do that makes it fun or not.

Oh, and Please buy something from the Concession Stand during resurface! Support the Rink you're at, and nothing makes a skating memory more fun than popcorn and hot chocolate to warm chilled fingers!

Monday, August 29, 2011

The Start of Hockey Season

It's upon us, and it's bad. Sunday's public ice was hit early with three scruffy looking Hockey Dads roughing up their kids in new hockey skates. I don't know why Figure Skating Moms get such a bad rap when Hockey Dads are just as bad, if not worse. A figure skating mom wouldn't cheer a bloody nose as a rite of passage, much less inflict one by intentionally checking their skater. Figure Skating moms are continually chided against "acting as coach," yet Hockey Dads are pretty common at these antics. They also think it's perfectly fine to send a fully suited up pre-teen with a hockey stick onto a public session, tearing through the center ice with abandon, cheering him on as he threatens to trip every figure skater in sight.

Carving up the ice? Oh, yes. Please do that. And yes, please literally toss your child across the ice. This is the best idea ever. Nothing delights me more than a seven year old boy in his exoskeleton being sent face first under someone else's waltz, by his father no less. Skating in shorts? Absolutely. Spitting on the ice? A+ behavior. Learning to skate in Goalie Skates? Best.

Due to late arrival of the Guards, Stitch got the honor of setting out the cones. Stitch did a little dancing, but he tired quickly. The New Kitten has been keeping him awake at night, which is kinda funny for Dad and me. I was doing my crossovers and going backwards to try and get used to the feeling of rapid backwards movement. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was, even when I stopped looking at my feet to watch Stitch dance. I gave Stitch some money for vending, and when he didn't come back in a reasonable amount of time I went to go check. He couldn't figure out why the coffee machine wouldn't give him a dollar's worth of sugar. I had to explain that the sugar came in a beverage, not as a stand alone item.

I went back out while Stitch ate the puzzling combination of Doritos and mocha. I had figured out how to do the fast scooter pushes like the kids do, trying to get over my fear of my toepicks. I was doing fine until I hit a hole carved by one of the hockey dads, tripped, couldn't recover, and rolled forward into an easy fall on my hip.



Rink Pal saw the whole thing and few to the rescue, but none was needed. After all that drama over fear of falling, I did it and I was fine. Better than fine, because I tried a crossover or two and my mind didn't freak out. I even went right back to digging in my toepicks. Done. I even got up by myself. I may have this skating thing licked yet. I always feel like I'm throwing my leg out sideways instead of back on forward stroking,
though.

Wednesday is Lessons again, this time hopefully with Gordon. I'm curious to see what happened there over the summer.