There is a first time for everything...
Trip Start Oct 28, 2004
105Trip End Aug 08, 2005
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Once there we were taken to the back where they sat Cathryn up on a nice little stretcher while we waited for Barbie's twin sister to come take x-rays and Doctor Hanz to make the final prognosis of a six week cast. Moments after arriving, friends from the ice rink arrived. The five british kids who had also never skated before were now huddled around their friend with a bleeding hand in the next room over. Turns out that he had fallen as well, but instead of breaking an arm someone's skate ran over his hand. Not only had we taken over the medical center but the ice rink workers were also there looking over us.
As it turned out, Cathryn fractured her wrist and the boy next door needed stitches. We met up with our new hockey playing friends later that night for dinner and when one asked if I wanted to come play in the league on Tuesday nights I politely declined. While I should have taken his invitation as a compliment I decided that I was only invited because I was the only non-injured player from the day.
So it seems that ice skating, along with skiing (from the miserable experience from a decade ago), are not my sports. It took me traveling to the other side of the world to realize that I do not agree with winter activities. Good thing I'll be on a beach in two months time. I don't think anything can go wrong there.