Well, I finally did it. I finally learned how to ice skate. In Singapore, of all places.
I had never been ice skating in my life. With all the talk around here about hockey and ice skating, you'd think I would be really good at it by now. The first time Jeff asked me out on a date (I think we were 13), it was to go ice skating. I couldn't go because my sister had a dance recital that day. I've always been scared to try it. Something about falling on a cold, wet surface never seemed really appealing to me.
When Jeff asked me to marry him a few years ago, he said he wouldn't marry me unless I went ice skating with him. I guess I kept him distracted long enough to get married without meeting that condition, but ever since he has constantly bugged me to go ice skating. So finally last week I caved. And I didn't fall! Jeff said I did pretty well for never having skated before in my entire life.
By the way, the pro shop I mentioned in the post about hockey in Singapore has now closed. I guess I have to look elsewhere for my own pair of hockey skates. Shipping a pair over from the States would cost US$60!