There is a first time for everything...

Trip Start Oct 28, 2004
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Trip End Aug 08, 2005


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Sunday, May 15, 2005

Since the temperatures are drastically dropping (and fast) here in Queenstown, Cathryn and I thought that we would embrace the cold with an afternoon of ice skating. Having never ice skated I was a bit nervous about the day but Cathryn assured me things would be fine. And she was right. It was surprisingly easy and I caught on right away. So much in fact that the three boys playing ice hockey invited us to play with them. They collected about 10 other players, most of them being tough little eight year olds, and we went head to head in a non-contact game. I have to admit that I was pretty darn proud of myself now playing a game of hockey during my first session of ice skating and even more proud that I scored a goal. After about a half hour of pretending like we knew how to play hockey, Cathryn fell over (whether on her own accord or by the fault of a rowdy eight year old), putting all her weight onto her right wrist...exactly what doctors advise against. She and I didn't think anything about it until moments later when a golf ball sized lump formed on her wrist. We collected our things, said our goodbyes and headed to the medical center.

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.
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