We have been needing to get out of the house and have the boys burn off some of the never-ending energy. We could enjoy the frigid, below 0 windchills so I thought, "I could take the boys ice skating! They'd love it! There's an indoor ice rink not too far from us! Let's go!" Found out that there's homeschool open ice time on Friday afternoon, from 1 - 3 pm so our plans were set and now, we needed to get everything done by Friday lunch time.
We set a fairly good pace, got everything done and were waiting for one of my Close To My Heart "sisters" to come by and pick up some cardstock. She and her daughter came over; the children played and Lori and I chatted. I mentioned our plans to her and she says, "You know Lisa (another CTMH "sister") taught skating and competed." I had forgotten about that. On a whim (not really a whim, but totally a God thing!) I called her up and she agreed to help teach my kids to skate. Have I mentioned that my boys don't know how to ice skate and I was so excited about being back on skates after 7 years that I thought I could take them? On my own? HAHA! What was I thinking??
We all got to the rink, got skates and Isaac took to standing on them with great ease... not yet on the ice. Ethan had a bit of difficulty standing ... not yet on the ice. We practiced falling and Lisa told them, "To be a great skater, you have to fall a million times." Out on the ice we went.
Lisa took Ethan, and taught him out to balance, march, and look ahead instead of looking at his feet. I took Isaac and tried to teach him the same. HA! I ended up skating a bit, holding him in front of me, with him coasting between my feet. Do you know how hard it is to keep yourself up on the ice, along with a 45 lb boy? yikes. Ethan was doing so well with Lisa -- marching along and when he fell, he got right back up. Way to go, Ethan!!
Isaac had some lessons with Lisa, Ethan came and marched with me. Then, Ethan fell. I coasted to him and tried to maneuver around him, as to prevent crashing into him. Well, this move works really well when both of your feet go the correct way and follow your body, but in my case, my right foot decided to groove to it's own rhythm. I twisted my ankle and fell on it, then heard a huge pop. Not fun. I got off the ice with the help of Lisa and a God-placed home-schooled gal who was there with her friends. Thank God that other homeschooled gal was there and that I decided to call my friend Lisa at the last minute.
Bottom line, it's sprained. Nothing broken. Possible fracture but there's too much swelling to tell now. I need follow up x-rays in a couple of days. I'm in an aircast and on crutches for a few days. I'm sure I'm a sight to behold, not in a good way, either. Apparently, my maneuverability on crutches makes my Dearest a bit nervous. I am "right-footed" and that's the foot with the injured ankle; it's hard to think "left-footed." Does such a thing exist?? The boys have not openly laughed at me on crutches, but I suspect they are viewing it with some humor. For now, I guess I rest, ice, compress, and elevate... and get waited on. For a few days at least.