Apparently I dinged a blade at some point. I’m very careful with my skates, and Larry, who sharpens them, says I could have stepped on one of the threshold screws the hockey teams sometimes expose at the gate—they go out in a huge rush: and they sometimes damage the gate—Though I do watch where I step. I dimly recall at one point last spring doing the dreaded heel-hook with my other blade, and I’m betting on that. Figure skates are open at the back, and if you accidentally, working with your feet too close to each other put the heel of one skate blade through the other blade, you can break your neck. I recall doing it—but I calmly extricated one blade from the other without falling over—being in good form at the time. Right now if I did that I’d kill myself. But I’m pretty sure that’s what dinged the blade. All fixed now. Larry’s the only person I ever let sharpen my skates—which he does as a side business. He’s a skater himself, and he’s the guy the ice shows and the Nationals call on to do skate sharpening when they come through town. He’s very happy: he just got a call from the Nationals people, and he’ll be doing it again this year.

And Jane and I both have nicely sharpened skates in condition fit for Nationals. Lucky us. Now tomorrow we have to remember we’re on newly sharpened blades and watch out for them. It’s curious: when you first start out, the microparticles of metal ground off the blades actually make the skates sluggish for a few turns around the rink, like skating through molasses. Then those wash off, and your blades start behaving like sharp blades. I once ruined a brand new pair of corduroy jeans by setting my skates on my lap—just setting them there while I bent over to snag my skate bag. Cut a couple of three inch slices right through the jeans.

The new shoes are working amazingly. I have pretty strong legs, and can do the skating knee-bend without much stress (you properly skate with bent knees)—but these new Easy-tone Reeboks are supposed to give you a 28% stronger workout if you exercise with them, and to exercise the backs of your legs, your ankles, and your butt while you just walk around. Well, I’ve been wearing these shoes since I got them, but this is the first day I’ve really taken the ice…

And my legs got tired: not sore, just worn out. Having a tired butt is a novel sensation, I’ll tell you, but it is. Exhausted. You don’t detect exercise going on while you wear these shoes, but it must be happening. I have mild sciatica, and a couple of football knees, and I have some real hope that these magic slippers are going to help both. My knee was twinging last week: it isn’t now, and the sciatica seems a little better. A case of ‘use it or lose it’…carried to the fine muscles of the ankles, among others. Walking on these is a little like walking on skate blades with the walking-guards on—you can tip a bit from side to side.

Well, I needed to take about 6 buckets from the kitchen to the fish-area downstairs, and gathered them up in a bouquet of buckets and started down the stairs, sideways, because of the cluster of buckets and the pictures on the walls. Forgot about the tippy-factor in the shoes. No, I didn’t fall, but I had an exciting moment or two. Forward is a lot safer. Except if you squat down and reach for something: you have to hold your balance or you’ll tip right over on your nose. But the muscle workout is real. Somebody who’s really in top condition might not feel it as acutely, but trying to get back on the ice after three months off, as I am, oh, yes, they’re not kidding about the 28% more work.

It’s blustery today, grey and spitting rain, and I ordinarily don’t chill…but when I do, it seems to take forever to build back up. I’m pretty sure it’s being tolerably low-fat as well as low-carb: we’ve been on a diet of roasted chicken, with steamed eggs for breakfast, and that may not contain enough fat in the diet to keep me from chilling. Looks as if I may have to add some butter to those eggs in the morning.