Running Her Mouth: Ice Skating With My Boys

Blog Mission, In Simple Terms

"I'm a road-runner, baby." Jr. Walker

I'm a road-runner running and writing a blog consisting of run~on sentences about running while sharing a deep concentration with the music in my ears, so that one day my boys, Elijah and Levi, will be able to read up and keep it real; Run~ons just may be the most effective way to convey my health seeking mission to people who don't know me or do, but then I pretty much like the idea that language/structure can be as playful as the subject itself, plus the reader may decide that running~on in a run~on sentence kind~of~way, might be beneficial to him or her that is right now, as of this moment here, basically undiscovered or unawakened.

The blog used to be heavily augmented by my facebook page which featured SOTD (song of the day), however I don't have the time to do that anymore; the blog has also taken on a very flexible schedule of it's own where I closely examine pretty much anything I want, in my own special way, something that piqued my interest during the previous month; if it piques yours, well, that would be pretty cool, too.
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Monday, February 1, 2010

Ice Skating With My Boys

There isn't a more joyous time for me. Being with my children and skating on the ice is something that brings me such happiness. I can see the happiness in the kids' faces, and that makes me even more super happy!
And, I? I feel like a kid, for sure. Alpine skiing is fun, yes, but skating is ultra fun. My earliest wintry memory is of playing hockey in tiny, girly, white hockey skates with my dad and brother.
Now with the conditions as they are, my entire front yard is available for some of the best skating around. 100 acres of open skating!
Elijah and Levi actually let me hold their hands, today, as we coasted making large circles with our blades--carving white tracks atop the smooth ice. The sounds of it heaving and sighing under our weight doesn't bother us. We are New Englanders. We know ice. And, starting at a very young age, we learn how to glide on it. We learn how to gain speed pushing our blades out and to the side and the turn, with arms outstretched with a gentle motion we glide backwards, staggering the blades and leaning in to make an easy semi- circular turn. The ice looks like a massive diamond that's not yet cut to sparkle in that way, especially at twilight with the epic reflect-ioning glimmer coming in at us from the West. See fig. 4.3
It's best to skate due West at twilight...the remainder of daylight illuminates cracks that have potential to reach up and grab the blade taking us down or causing an explosion of posture and appendage as we attempt to recover, removing any signs of grace and control from the event.
But, holding Elijah's hand... I'm pretty sure I will think of that moment a thousand times. Skating with him and having him rely on me in a very real and tangible way, and, my being able to do that for him in a real and tangible way, best demonstrates, in a real way, my desires and wishes for him as his mother. I'm willing to bet Levi will always remember skating as a young kid and licking the ice and chipping away at it and being with mom (the boys think I'm a professional skater :)
It is so important for me to be fully present for the ice skating. So many minutes get pushed toward the routine. I need to find a way to hold my boys' hands this summer.... or else I'll just be dreaming of winter.