Weird day on the ice—I felt like hell, kitted up anyway, and halfway laced up, looser than usual. Well, we’ve determined I was Vitamin B deficient (not taking my vitamins, on a diet that restricts starches, ergo B vitamins)—

I took a pill. I was in too foul a mood to bother with what I thought a bad lacing, just go out there, skate a bit, get off the ice and go read a newspaper.

Something happened. All of a sudden I was ‘into’ my boots and the blades were making real contact with the ice in a good way, absolute control of my edges in a way I haven’t had in a whole year. I mean, I hit things that would have thrown me last Friday: ‘fast’ patches—it was cold as hell’s hinges and you get spots more frozen than others, which can feel as if someone jerked your skates forward. If you don’t have your knees bent and your butt and hip and upper leg muscles strong enough to yank you up even with your skates, you can crash and burn for no apparent reason. And hockey trenches. Hockey skates provide little trenches that can grab a figure blade and yank you on a sideways curve like a train hitting a thrown switching-point at high speed. Again, either you’re ‘over’ your skate blade with strength in those muscles, or you’re apt to go down. I hit both, several times, and they were just ‘well, interesting’, not a heart-stopping moment. The legs were there, and most of all, the blades were under me and responding to the littlest pressures of my feet—pressing down on the heel under the anklebone, sideways, drives you forward with real bite, and doing the opposite side sends you on an outside curve: backwards is behind the ball of the big toe, and backwards outside curve is the ball of the little toe, and if your center of balance is solidly low and ‘over’ your skate blade, you’re just going to be steady and sure in all those moves. It’s when you freak and stiffen your knees and stand up that you’re going to go boom—or if you wave your hands around [poor little girl had been doing fine out there yesterday, and then she hit a spate of waving her arms around and every time she’d wave back behind her median side-line, boom! down she’d go. Which only made her more frustrated and nervous, which made her wave her hands more—the things we could tell the little ones, if only they could understand.]

Anyway, it was a day of the perfect boot lacing. I went back to the locker room in a much better mood and took careful stock of exactly how I’d done that lace-up, undoing it and measuring, and thinking back over what I’d done. I want to do that Wednesday! I mean, I was so steady I decided to try my backward outside edge pattern for the first time in a year, (a real balance challenge) and actually stuck it for a bit.