Anyway, ice skating - when you first step out onto the ice - is quite scary, and I had forgotten that little fact. You're wearing shoes with blades. And you're on ice, which is not exactly known for it's impact absorbing properties. Falling on ice hurts. Fortunately I didn't experience that first hand.
Our ice skating excursion was to the PPG rink in downtown Pittsburgh. The rink's size is certainly nothing to write home about - it's little a donut of ice with a tree in the middle. You can't do anything but go around in a relatively small circle in one direction. But for someone who was getting back on the horse - or the skates - for the first time in awhile, I didn't resent the small size until I was just about ready to be done skating anyway.
For all of its size shortcomings, the PPG rink is in an amazing setting. It was a beautiful afternoon with the sun shining and blue skies and those glass and steel buildings really made for a breathtaking backdrop. These pictures may be cliche - everyone who's been there probably has them - but that does not take away from their splendor at all.
Now that I've whet my appetite for ice skating, I'm dying to go back to the North Park ice rink where I last skated many years ago. It's SO much bigger and so much less crowded and I think I could really get to work on developing my Kristi Yamaguchi-like skills.
P.S. - Ice skating must be really good for your butt. My butt hurt soooo much the next day, not in an "ouch I fell and my butt hurts" kind of way but in that "Oooh I used some butt muscles that I haven't used in a long time and it feels awesome" kind of way. Another reason to go ice skating again. I'm not sure that I've ever used the word butt so many times in one paragraph before in my life.
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