i sliped the heavy skates on, laced them up, and attempted to walk across the colorful rug to the entrance of the rink.
how am i supposed to do this? i thought. this is impossible!
i grabbed onto the black support railing. other experienced skaters flew past us, round and round they went, laughing and having fun. the music playing was upbeat and dance-able. i pulled myself along the rail, letting out the occasional high-pitched scream whenever my foot slipped or i lost my balance.
don't fall, grace, don't fall. this is fun. it isn't the least bit terrifying at all.
a friend came over and told us to point our feet out and push. i tried applying this new information, and instead panic shot through my body.
i can't do this. nope. this truly is impossible.
just about four hours later, we were skating in the middle, far away from the bar, flying around with everybody else. it felt good, i felt confidant.
and guess what? i only fell down twice, but i got back up. i kept on skating, not afraid of falling down again.