Feel The Pinch

Today turns out to be an impromptu lesson. I went to the ice rink to practice before my Saturday lesson. I really hate that I cannot get to grips with crossovers. Thankfully as it is a Friday afternoon the ice rink is quiet and I feel happy that I can practice the crossovers without crashing into too many people.

I work on my crossovers for nearly an hour but no matter how much I try I can't cross my right leg over my left. My feet are constantly getting tangled and I am wobbling every time I try to uncross my left leg. My frustration is building and I feel really close to giving up. I hate quitting but this really is driving me insane that I cannot execute something that when broken down into the individual moves is so simple.

I know that John has some spare time, so I ask him if he would mind giving me a lesson. I explain my frustration and show him my very poor excuse for a crossover. John gets me to practice holding an outside edge which I can do. After practicing left outside edges, he gets me to try a crossover again but without rushing it this time. It would appear that my impatience is hindering my crossover. I am in such a rush to complete the move that I am tangling myself up. When I slow down I manage to complete a crossover without falling over. Although it still isn't graceful, it's a start.

John moves me onto forward runs as I think he can sense how disheartened I am with not being able to achieve a decent crossover. He shows me how to do a run and then assists me with the first one. Runs feel so much easier than crossovers. John's only criticism is I need to flex my right leg more. Apparently I need to feel the pinch at the top of my bum. When I try the next run and flex my leg, boy do I feel the pinch! It hurts!!! A lot!!! John makes me do runs again and again. I can honestly say the pinch does not get any easier! When I voice how much it hurts, John simply tells me that that it means I am doing them properly and my runs look good. He makes me continue doing runs but soon my leg starts to go out to the side instead of behind me. When he questions why I am letting my leg go to the side I tell him it's because it doesn't hurt! He laughs and tells me that at least I am being honest but he makes me do the runs again...properly.

By the end of the session my hips hurt, my back is killing and I feel broken! I truly feel sorry for professional skaters and can only imagine the pain they put themselves through. But I do feel a sense of satisfaction that I must have been doing something right. After all...no pain no gain...or so I have been told.

Diary of a New Skater :: by Sara Bertie