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lolSkates
It’s a formula that’s worked for cats, dogs and attempts at English translation – so now, lolSkates. The difference, though, is that my skating can make you laugh without misspelled captions.
At today’s skate I had the girl-child take some video of me so I could evaluate my backward skating. My judgment? Well, it seems a lot faster when I’m doing it …
For the record, there was an incident before the video was shot. I would like to make it completely clear that I did not fall down – no matter what the girl-child claims. Here’s what happened:
Early in the session the hockey-game-in-my-head took a turn against us. We turned the puck over in the offensive zone and I had to hustle to the blue line as one of the opposing forwards-in-my-head had the puck and an open sheet of ice all the way to our goal (which was in my head, as well, since they don’t put the actual nets out during public skating).
I got to the blue line ahead of him and started to turn to block his progress when he clearly began a pass to the opposing center-in-my-head. Since the rest of my team-in-my-head was tied up deep in the offensive zone, this would be very bad and result in three-on-one rush, since their other winger-in-my-head was free as well.
So, bravely sacrificing my body for the team-in-my-head, I dove to the ice, making a spectacular pokecheck with the stick-in-my-head and directing the puck-in-my-head back deep into the offensive zone where my teammate-in-my-head took it and immediately scored.
This is how I wound up sprawled facedown on the ice at the blueline.
I did not fall.
This is not the first blatantly false accusation the girl-child has made about me, either. Just yester day, she accused me of falling out of my kayak. Brat.
Happy Birthday at Haulover
For my birthday morning, I took my daughter and a friend of hers to Haulover Canal.
View Haulover Canal in a larger mapAfter a long drive to pick up her Little Boy Friend*, we hit Subway for breakfast and to pick up lunch. At Subway, they gave me a Sharpie to put our initials on the lunch sandwiches, which, of course gave me the opportunity to write LBF on her friend’s – he seemed to have a sense of humor about it, she erupted in a chorus of “I can’t believe you did that!”
Kayaking and annoying the girl-child … life is good.
We were on the water by 10:00 and headed up the canal.
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I put the kids in a tandem Pamlico while I paddled my Tarpon.
Shortly into the paddle, we spotted the first dolphin of the day.
And shortly after that, the manatees.
We left the manatees and the kids did a little exploring of Haulover’s unique shoreline.
Shortly after this picture, they drifted closer to the branches and I heard the girl-child express her concern that a snake might drop on her. (You may express your ridicule in the blog comments and I’ll make sure she gets them.)
Under the bridge and past the manatee observation deck, there was a pair … sporting.
Some conversation in the other boat about what they were doing prompted the girl-child to ask me what I thought:
“Well, sweetheart, when a mommy manatee and a daddy manatee love each other very much …”
“So you think they’re having sex too.”
A short way further along I spotted an alligator near the bank, but he sank out of sight before I could get a picture.
We exited the canal to the North – here are the mangroves where I stopped us to tell the kids the Mangrove Story.
What’s the Mangrove Story? Well, I believe that we should take advantage of opportunities to educate children:
“Mangroves are very important to the coastal eco-system, because their roots provide a protected environment that acts as a nursery for many different species of fish, crabs and shrimp.
“Interestingly, if you take a 10’x10’ piece of nylon netting and some lead weights and use them to submerge a body amongst the roots … in two weeks it’ll be nothing but bones from all those little baby fishes and crabs.
“You should remember that as you spend time hanging out with my little girl.”**
The kid seemed to be a good sport about this story, too, because, of course and on advice of counsel, the Mangrove Story is just friendly kidding.
Just before heading out into the lagoon, we came across a barnacle-covered piece of driftwood.
The wind was out of the NE today, so we headed in that direction, crossing the lagoon before stopping to drift back as we ate lunch.
After lunch, on the way back, the girl-child will claim I fell in the water. I deny this charge. Here’s what happened:
Because I had forgotten to bring towels, I was unable to improvise a
ass-padseat cushion as I have recently. After the paddle across the lagoon, the lack was being felt, so I stood up to stretch my legs.The Tarpon is a very stable boat, so standing up is not foolish. I’ve stood in it to fish before with no problems on calm water, and it was quite calm today.
From my standing position I was enjoying the view of the clear, shallow water when I spotted what I thought was a small turtle. A second look showed that it was a large crab and since the water was so shallow and clear, I wanted to get a good picture of it, so I quickly sat down.
Standing in the Tarpon is perfectly okay … sitting quickly, not so much.
So, yes, part of me left the boat, but since it was only one leg and became wet only to the knee, while the other leg and the rest of me stayed in the boat, I do not believe this qualifies as falling out.
I subscribe to the philosophy that any exit in which my hair remains dry qualifies as a controlled-exit from the watercraft.
I did not get a picture of the crab.
After that incident, though, I did get a picture of a pelican in flight.
We also saw the second dolphin of the day off in the distance.
On the way back, the kids took a disturbingly close look at the mangroves.
Of course
I actually use a far more remote patch of mangrovesthere was nothing out of the ordinary for them to see.Back through the canal, now much more crowded with fishermen, and saw the third dolphin of the day off-shore as we loaded the car – or, more probably, saw the first one of the day again, but still good to see.
* I call all of the girl-child’s female friends her Little Friend and the males are referred to as her Little Boy Friend. I do this for two reasons: first, it saves me the trouble of trying to remember names; and, B, it annoys her to no-end. Yes, I’m lazy and cruel.
** The Mangrove Story is intended solely as an amusing anecdote and does not constitute an admission of guilt or any knowledge whatsoever about missing teenage boys who’ve hung out with my daughter.
Two Mondays on the Wekiva – Part II
For today’s trip on the Wekiva, I headed for Wilson’s Landing at State Road 46 to put in.
View Wekiva – Wilson’s Landing in a larger mapThe forecast all week calls for scattered thundershowers and halfway to drop my daughter off for her class and my couple hours on the water I ran into this.
Traffic on the 70 MPH highway slowed to 40 as the storm cut visibility, but it soon cleared a little.
The SR46 bridge is off-limits for boat launching, but Wilson’s Landing is close by. There’s no official boat launch at the park at this time, but Seminole County recently approved a quarter million dollars to build a pavilion and launch there.
Frankly, I think I could build a pavilion and canoe launch for a lot less than $250,000, but that’s a different issue.
Until it’s built, though, launching is a little … unofficial.
Parking is a good distance from the water, but there’s a paved sidewalk most of the way (if you have wheels) and terrain’s mostly level (unlike Wekiwa Springs State Park). There’s also a dirt road that continues past the parking to a roundabout that gets you about halfway closer to the water.
The sidewalk leads to a boardwalk over the water, but there’s a dirt path branching off it to the only clear area of shoreline in the park.
The path is surrounded by landscaping, but hasn’t been landscaped itself and there are no signs prohibiting boat launching, so I’ve assumed it’s okay to use this spot until the official launch site is built.
The site itself, though, is pretty cramped right now and it’s a bit tricky to maneuver a large boat onto the water and back to shore for boarding.
Once on the water, you can see that you’re only a short distance from the SR 46 bridge.
I had limited time for this trip, starting at 5:00 and needing to be off the water by 7:00 in order to pick up my daughter at 7:30, so I started upstream – planning to paddle until six and then head back to my launch point.
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Shortly into the trip, though, I found that staying by the right-bank had been a mistake and the channel I’d followed became clogged and impassable.
After heading back downriver, I decided to keep going that way, rather than retracing my path nearer the left-bank, so I headed for the bridge, taking a couple photos along the way.
The Wekiva’s an interesting river, because it can change from the very open river I started paddling in to a much closer, tree-lined river in a very short distance – as it does, just after the bridge, splitting into two channels with a tree-covered island between them.
And then opening up again just as rapidly.
Ducks were out in force this trip and I saw quite a few of them.
And farther down river, two deer were getting an early dinner.
You’d think after almost forty years in Florida, I’d know what some of these damn birds are, but I really have no idea. I got a decent picture of this thing, though.
And to think the mess I’d driven through earlier turned into this:
Ducks I can recognize, though, and this one seemed to not care at all about me.
By this time it was six and time to turn around, but looking ahead I could see that I wasn’t nearly out of river yet …
Surely I could paddle a little farther and still make it back in time? Right? I decided to paddle until 6:15 and then head back.
And I’m glad I did, because just a little ways downstream an alligator left the reeds ahead for the far side at my approach.
He was followed by a second, larger one, who reached the far shore and then paralleled my course for a while.
Shortly thereafter, I ran across this plant – not sure what it is, but it looks nice.
At this point, it’s 6:08, so I decide to turn around and head back … mostly because my watch is slow and it’s really 6:12.
Remember all those big open spaces on the river … well, now the current’s against me and the wind seems to have picked up and is funneled between the trees and I have to hurry back to the put in.
Why does this little stretch of river seem so much harder to paddle than the open-ocean side of Honeymoon was Friday?
Finally, ahead of me, the river splits and I paddle into the narrower channel on the right-bank. Once I’m through this tree-covered area, I’ll be going under the bridge and then it’s just a few hundred yards to the park.
Not quite at the right split yet, and the homeowners have built a wall across the river – probably too many boats cruising through ignoring the No Wake signs. So I have to backtrack and get out of this dead end, but if I hadn’t taken it, we wouldn’t have this picture of a pony in someone’s back yard.
Yes, the best picture I could get was of the horse’s ass. I’m in a hurry and have to get off the water by 7:00 or I’ll be late picking up my daughter – give me a break.
As an aside, is that really a pony, or is it a demondonkey?
I’m just asking.
Saw another large alligator cruising ahead of me, but he submerged before I got close enough for a photo. And now that I’m hurrying, fighting against the current and the wind to get back and off the water by 7:00 so I won’t be late for that 7:30 pick up, there’re smaller gators on every freakin’ dock I pass, it seems. No time for pictures of them, though.
Finally, I’m in the right channel and reach the bridge.
And back to Wilson’s Landing where I can get off the water.
Yes, that’s the target I have to line my 16’ boat up against, get close enough sideways to step out onto land, then maneuver the boat around to pull it out. I didn’t say it was an easy site.
Off the water, drag all the gear back to the roundabout, load the car and ready to drive only a few minutes late.
My schedule had some buffer time in it, so I’m able to make it with a couple of minutes to spare, arriving to pick my daughter up at 7:28.
At which time, I sit around and wait until 7:45 because her class ran long.
Two Mondays on the Wekiva – Part I
I was lazy last week and didn’t post about one of my trips, so will have to take care of that today.
In the past when I’ve tried to get back to paddling, one of the problems has been time. With a family there always seems to be something that needs to be done, so the “not enough time” excuse rears its head. This time, though, I’m working on the theory that two hours on the water is still two hours on the water, so I’m taking opportunities as they arise.
So since my daughter has classes several times a week, I’ve started taking the opportunity to do something other than drive home and sit on the couch before it’s time to pick her up – whether paddling or hockey or something else.
Under this premise, a friend and I headed for Wekiwa Springs State Park Monday (5/10) to get on the water.
View Wekiva River in a larger mapWith two people, the portage from the parking lot to the water wasn’t too bad and we headed out.
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The GPS went a little hinky and didn’t track as often as it should have, but we first headed up Rock Springs Run until the water got so shallow in spots that we had to get out and pull the kayaks.
This bird was there on our way up Rock Springs Run and didn’t budge as we went by. After we paddled upriver for a while and came back, he was still there – apparently unmoved. We considered the possibility that he was some taxidermists prank until we got close enough to make him stalk off indignantly.
Once off Rock Springs Run and back on the Wekiva, we found the Wekiva Marina much changed since my last visit and pretty busy for a Monday afternoon.
Last time I was on this river, the marina was pretty dilapidated and didn’t get much traffic. It looks like things have had significant changes. I’m going to have to stop by and check it out.
Further down the river, we came across this little place, posted No Trespassing by the Florida Farm Bureau.
Not sure why it’s there or what it’s used for.
Not much wildlife on this trip, but all along the route we saw signs of the most invasive species in Florida.
I really don’t understand how people who go out on the river and clearly enjoy doing so can so casually toss crap everywhere – do they not care if they’re swimming and fishing in a garbage dump?
Boat Fever
Florida Bay Outfitters has an annual
torment Paulrental fleet sale: http://www.kayakfloridakeys.com/Sales/salerentalgear.htmWhy am I drooling this year?
Wilderness Systems Tarpon 160 w/ Rudder for $845
Yes, I already have a Tarpon, but it’s the older model. The new model has their Phase 3 seat, which would solve my
ass padseat cushion problem quite nicely.It also has a rear well where my model has a hatch. When they first made the change, I didn’t like it – reducing dry storage. But over the years, I’ve come to wish I had that rear well – what with trying to access coolers and dive gear in the rear hatch or trying to keep things strapped to the back from sliding off the boat, I can see the benefit now.
Although the Tarpon’s marketed for fishermen, I like mine for all purposes. It’s a very stable boat, tracks well and it’s easy to get in and out off – from dock, shore or deep water. I’ve used mine for river, lake and ocean trips – touring and camping.
Wilderness Systems Tarpon 140 w/ Rudder for $795
Why a second, shorter Tarpon? Because the first one is so damn good, but the kids have trouble horsing the long boat around turns.
I now have four boats: my Tarpon, a Pamlico, a Swifty and a Spitfire. Frankly, no one in the family likes to paddle anything but the Tarpon. I got the Swifty and Spitfire for the kids, because they’re more appropriately sized, but the poor tracking of the shorter boats wears them out too fast.
I’m very tempted to sell those three and start buying multiple Tarpons.
Hobie Mirage Adventure Island $2399
I want this boat.
16’ with outriggers and sail – the peddle drive system would be nice for a break once in a while, too.
And, of course, now that I’ve started paddling again, it appears that the entire state of Florida is going to be rained on for the next week … figures.
Weekly Skate
Nothing earth-shaking in skating this week. T had his regular lesson today and I went to the public skate – after his lesson, he joined me and I had him work on his crossover and backward skating a little bit.
I didn’t start the four-week skating lessons yesterday. I spent Friday paddling in the Gulf and just couldn’t get up the ambition to skate on Saturday. No energy until about 8:00 PM, when I got a wild hair to go buy a bicycle – bought the cheapest mountain bike Wal-Mart had ($89) and rode three miles last night around 9:30.
I ordered an attachment for running dogs for the bike from Amazon and as soon as that arrives we’ll see if the Big Bad Wolf …
… gets the concept or if she’ll just wait for an opportune moment to dump me on my head. Odds are currently 6-to-5 against and pick ‘em.
Really-good-skater-guy wasn’t at the public skate today, so no comments were made about my backward-practice. I expanded things today, going from blue line to blue line.
Something odd: When skating forward, my right leg is dominant, but backward, my left-leg winds up doing the stronger stroke.
I was able to get more comfortable with a semi-crouched position going backward today and kept my head up more – alternating between looking behind (ahead of?) me and ahead of (behind?) me.
I started practicing keeping my eye on skaters coming toward me, since that’s what I’ll need to do when I start playing. Unfortunately, since my backward speed is, shall we say, sub-optimal, this means that I’m mostly watching people skate toward and by me.
On the other hand, if someone gives that little five-year old along the boards a stick and a puck, I’m pretty sure I can take her.
I need to get my skates sharpened again and change back to a deeper hollow, I think. Last time I had them put their “normal” hollow on them and for some reason I’m just not getting enough bite on the edge to feel comfortable – it slides more than digging in. This is affecting my stop and turns.
Or maybe I should keep it as-is and try to get used to it, since the deeper hollow will slow me down and, god knows, there’s enough of that already.
Honeymoon Island
I had a bit of a later start than I planned this morning, due mostly to a muttered “oh, hell, no” and slap at the alarm clock around 0-dark-thirty.
Once up, though, I loaded the car and hit the road for Dunedin, FL, stopping just twice:
- Subway for breakfast and lunch – their new breakfast is pretty good, easily in the top five of semi-fast-food, after Panera, Starbucks and Chick-Fil-A, and the cheapest of the four. Quite a bit above McDonald’s or Burger King. Plus you can pick up a cooler-friendly lunch at the same time.
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The Best Buy in Dunedin to pick up an iPhone battery. Yes, I know you can’t replace the battery in them. I was looking for either a solar charger or charger that uses regular batteries, because I’ve been using the iPhone as my GPS tracker on trips (safely ensconced in the deck bag, of course), but the GPS eats battery life. What I found was this thing from Energizer that works as an external rechargeable battery:
So far, so good – it ran the iPhone for GPS tracking over four hours today and the phone still had a full charge.
A good put-in to paddle either Honeymoon Island or nearby Caladesi is from the Dunedin Causeway.
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You can enter the state park on Honeymoon Island, but the portage from parking lot to beach is a lot longer than on the causeway:
Of course I still haven’t repaired the seat padding that blew off, so I had to improvise an
ass-padcushion.All in all a folded towel is okay, except for the part where it gets saturated and you sit around in salt-water all day … but the Tarpon’s a wet boat anyway, so I didn’t really notice.
My goal today was to circumnavigate Honeymoon Island then paddle around St. Joseph Sound on the east side of Caladesi. With the late start and the stops, I only managed the first half of that.
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The weather forecast called for the winds to be out of the ESE between 8 and 12 MPH, so I started my trip on the east side of the island (going counterclockwise), putting the wind and waves at my back and quarter for the first part of the trip.
I did have to paddle into the stronger wind for the latter part of the trip down the west side of the island, but it was a much shorter distance to face that than the east would have been. You can see from the GPS track that I was a lot slower on the West side, especially when I got far enough south to be out of the lee of the island.
I passed near Grassy Key on my way north, a small mangrove island.
Most of the southeast portion of Honeymoon is mangrove also, with no beaches or stopping places.
It’s not until you round the northernmost headland of mangroves that the shore begins to offer places to beach.
I stopped three times on the east side of the island.
The first stop was because I had to pee. I know, TMI, but under the Florida sun: If you don’t have to pee, you’re not drinking enough. Something Florida paddlers should keep in mind. I also picked up about a dozen cans and bottles at this stop to dispose of properly.
The second stop was because I thought I remembered there being an easy portage spot there – clearly I was mistaken, since that stop was at about the widest part of that portion of the island. So much for my memory.
And the third stop was because an osprey had perched on very low post.
The wind and waves were driving me right to the beach at the base of this short dune, so I was able to keep still and exit the boat out of his site. This let me get a lot closer for a picture.
The north end of Honeymoon is roped off and signed as restricted to protect nesting birds. The sandbar there is also a gathering spot for the feathered ones.
Rounding the north end of the island presents you with a view of the open Gulf.
The ocean-side of Honeymoon should be considered an open-water paddle. Unlike the sheltered sound to the east, the west-side can get the full force of wind, waves and currents. A basic understanding of currents and tides is helpful and you should be comfortable having nothing on one side of you until Mexico.
The combination today was a light wind out of the south and a moderate swell out of the south. Since I had to go south, this made the second half of today’s paddle more challenging. But I find swells easier to handle than the chop the wind was kicking up on the east side, so I’m glad I went counterclockwise today.
The northern beaches on Honeymoon are the farthest from the parking lots, so they’re not very crowded.
But this changes as you head south.
I saw only one dolphin on this trip, that just as I was turning east around the south end of the island. I wasn’t able to get a picture, because he only surfaced twice, both times quickly and heading north.
I pulled onto the beach at the very southern tip of the island, just before the channel and crossing to Caladesi, where I had a quick lunch. As soon as I had my sandwich in hand, this guy showed up to try mooching a bite.
His presence also irritated a couple other gulls who were busy with the preliminaries to seagull sex.
After lunch, I crossed the channel to the Caladesi side.
But I decided to call it a day and head for the causeway and home.
A Quick Trip at Haulover
I had some time this afternoon and decided to run over to Haulover Canal for a quick paddle.
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I started from the large landing area at the west end of the canal.
Took the canal east under the bridge and out into open water for a short way.
The water’s eroded small sea-caves in the bank, visible at low tide.
There appeared to be a single manatee at the observation platform, but it was very close to shore, so no good pictures. But once onto open water, you have to ask yourself: Is there a better place to be on a Florida afternoon?
Outside the shelter of the canal, the wind was just a little east of south, so had a full six-mile fetch to work up the waves.
So after about a mile of paddling straight into the wind, I turned around and headed back to the canal. Is it a bad sign when the buzzards start circling your boat?
Back in the canal, still no good manatee pictures, but I did find a dolphin enjoying himself.
And churning up quite a wake from under the surface.
And managed to get a little bit of video of him:
Since I had to be home by eight, it was time to pull the boat out and head back. At an hour one way to get there from my house, I spent more time in the car than on the water … it’s a fair trade.
Some Really Nice Folks and a Jackass
T’s regular lesson in learn-to-play today and not much new, except that I’ve decided not to jump into the current adult learn-to-play session. I’d like to, but I’ve watched it a couple times now and I’d be the worst skater in there. Instead, I’ll be taking a four-week learn-to-skate class starting Saturday –- hopefully I’ll be able to improve enough with that to get in on the next set of playing classes.
Since we started this, I’ve noticed some folks going out of their way to be nice and helpful to us:
- T’s coach at one of his first couple lessons, who gave him a free jersey;
- Really, all of T’s coaches deserve credit for putting up with the little snot; 😉
- I was sitting at a table during one of the public skates and a referee walked up to me and asked, “Is it your son who’s learning to play?” My first thought was: “Oh, hell, he jumped onto the ice during someone’s game”, but no, a player had broken his stick and they took the time to track down a kid it could be cut down for (resulting in the one and only $180 stick T will have for a long, long time);
- A lady who heard me talking in the pro-shop about goalie gear, during a momentary brain-fart where I thought my knees might be able to handle that, and stopped me a couple days later to give me the number of someone who was selling his old gear;
In general, everyone we’ve interacted with has been very nice and helpful – so let me set the scene for Jackass.
The public skate starts today and I take a few laps, then move on to practicing backward skating.
I’m skating a normal oval, like everyone else, but I’m transitioning to skate backwards at the red-line, and continuing straight until I either decide to stop or transition back to forward-skating somewhere between the other blue-line and the goal-line.
Before I transition, I’m making sure that there’s no one ahead of me that I might catch up to once I’m skating backwards and no one coming up behind me who’ll be caught unawares by my transition. Furthermore, I’m making sure that there’s no one in the boxes who might step out onto the ice ahead of me (behind me?) once I transition. If these conditions aren’t met, I just keep going forward to the other side of the rink.
I’m very comfortable with my transition at this point and I’m keeping my speed down to maintain that comfort-level. I think it’s clear that I’m not very experienced at going backwards yet, but I’m maintaining a straight path and I’m certainly not spinning around or flailing my arms in the air.
Nor am I over-balancing and about to go backwards, ass over tea kettle. I recognize that my center-of-gravity is still too high and my knees aren’t bent enough, but I’m working on that.
In short, I’m being very careful to make sure I don’t run into anyone, get in anyone’s way, or push my skills too far – just enough to force me to improve.
So I’m doing this and as I’m skating backwards, this guy, we’ll call him really-good-skater-guy slows down and gets my attention. Now really-good-skater-guy is someone I see at the rink a lot – he breezes around at a pretty good clip and clearly knows what he’s doing.
“Turn around,” he says. I figure he wants to tell me something and knows I’ll be able to listen better skating forward.
“Cool,” I think to myself. “Really-good-skater-guy’s going to give me a pointer or two. Probably that I should get my COG lower, but still.” So I turn around and get ready to listen.
“You need to stop skating backwards like that,” he says.
Huh? I must have looked perplexed, because he continued:
“You’re going to bust your head open.”
Now, keep in mind, I haven’t fallen, I haven’t lost control, I haven’t been flailing my arms in circles like a deranged gibbon. In fact, I feel like I’ve been very careful not to push too far beyond my abilities – obviously, in order to improve, one has to push somewhat beyond one’s abilities, but I’m pushing that envelope slowly and with forethought.
I say something to the effect of, “Well, I’m learning.”
To which he responds, “Learning to crack your head open if you keep it up.”
At this point, I’m somewhat irritated, because his tone and phrasing are very condescending. In addition, I realize that his initial “turn around” wasn’t a friendly, “hey, turn around so we can chat”, it was, to him, an order of some sort – an attitude I don’t respond well to.
But I’m not going to cause a scene, so I shrug and say: “Well, I’m practicing,” hoping he’ll take the hint and go away.
Which he does, with the parting words: “If you’re going to do it, wear a helmet; I’ve seen too many people crack their heads open.”
Now, his core advice, which he finally gets to, is probably sound: wear a helmet.
In fact, I’ve considered wearing not only the helmet, but my shin and elbow pads, as well as my hockey pants, when practicing skating, precisely because it’s just safer. And I don’t bounce so good anymore.
But his presentation and attitude are just so supercilious and negative, that this encounter simply pisses me off. Plus now I’ve got “crack your head open” and the fact that really-good-skater-guy is apparently keeping an eye on me running through my head, so if I try to practice any more, I likely will fall and crack my head open – not the best mindset in which to be when practicing something.
Which, of course, brings up the mindsets of: if I don’t keep practicing it, he’ll think it’s because he told me not to; and, if I do wear my pads next time, he’ll think it’s because of him. The stubborn boogeyman of human nature rearing its ugly head.
But I realize that the I’m-pissed-off-so-I’ll-be-even-better-at-something mentality only really works in the movies, so I leave off any backward skating for a while.
Midway through the second-half of the public skating, I start practicing this again – same way, only doing it if there’s no one else around me and no flailing – when really-good-skater-guy breezes by me again with an eye roll. What the hell is this guy’s problem with me?
Even if the advice “wear a helmet” is good, fundamentally a lot more people have learned to skate – forward, backward and sideways-triple-camel-death-spin – than have ever learned with one. The learn to skate class, where, I assume, I’ll be taught to skate backwards, doesn’t require a helmet. Ultimately, this guy seems older than I am so, presumably, he learned as a child well before the current helmet craze, so he must have learned without a helmet.
Attitude and phrasing have a big impact when offering advice. My fifteen-year old daughter apparently knows that, because she offered some skating advice to a couple this afternoon and got a big “thank you” after the session.
Let’s see:
“Hey, you’re doing pretty good, but you should keep your center-of-gravity lower and a lot of people get hurt learning this, so you might want to wear a helmet.”
or
“Turn around. You need to stop skating backwards like that.”
Which approach would work for you?