For several weeks Jane and I have traded an ailment that amounts to many of the symptoms of the swine flu, but a pale, pale shadow of it: exhaustion, nagging cough, dizziness, and shortness of breath. It’s been going around the rink. It seems to last a week or so, can be accompanied by a headache. They say if you had the swine flu’s last incarnation, back in the 50’s, you may be immune, or mostly so, so I dunno. Not the dreaded Hamthrax, but Piglet flu. I’ve been alternately stupid, dizzy, lethargic, and exhausted, with joint pains and such, and attempts to take the ice have not worked well. But today I got up feeling better, so off we both went skating. I found my feet, and skated for the first time with some speed, worked on my edges, even managed some fancy turns and curliques in my backward edges—but—I broke into a sweat, found my left knee complaining again, was panting like a steam engine, and had only lasted a little over half an hour. But I made it back, and I was solid, what time I was actually skating. Broke in some new tights—the other ones were getting disreputable. Heck, they’d made it to disreputable. And didn’t feel up to a waltz jump—just not that steady yet, but I’m gaining on it. Thirty minutes and I was definitely sweating.

But it’s worth it. I don’t want to be a couch potato. When we’re actively skating, we’re sharper, healthier, and mentally more acute. Sure, there’s a downside risk of accident, but that diminishes with practice, and physical health is far better. It’s about the same activity level as jogging (which I also tried for a while), but without the impact. And you get to stop and socialize on the sidelines.  Going to be there tomorrow, OSG? Hope so.