To take my mind off recent sadder things I have decided to share my 17 week adventure that is about to start Monday.
Here’s the background: I’m getting close to 40 (sigh) and as a man of that age it’s time for my midlife crisis to start. I’m not into cars and infidelity is definitely out for me. I have a full head of hair so no I’m not getting a toupee, hair plugs or going for the Mr Clean look. That leaves me my one childhood dream that I never realized I had.
Playing Hockey! Specifically, ice Hockey, for those who have different interpretations of the word Hockey.
I had played a total of two hours as a six year old before my father decided 6AM wasn’t worth getting up for. Since then the only hockey I’ve played was the street variety and even then not as much as I wanted.
I have skated over the years with just enough skill to move forward and occasionally turn a wide turn on the rink. That was good enough until now. My 9 year old, who plays in a competitive league, skates circles around me. In fact he is bored skating with me because I can’t keep up to play tag with him.
I have enjoyed watching his games and practices but I had a yearning to get off of the bench and do more with my flabby fatso body!
I’m Squeezing into the Armour grabbing a stick and hitting the ice with a whole group of other adult beginners. I found a course in my area and with the help of another hockey dad who never got to play as a kid I have signed up.
We start with a 10 week course then 7 weeks of games! Monday will be my first lesson and I’m as excited as a kid at Christmas.
I purchased my gear and have gone to a few public skates to break out the rust.
Now all I have left is the anticipation and the overwhelming fear of my first coronary when I hit the ice.
If you have any questions I’d love to answer and I will update each week, including every ache and pain I’ll be going through.