miraclegro
02-03-2006, 07:55 PM
While my foot heals, thought i'd pull out this poem for you all (has anyone seen it before?) It's great! My old coach sent it to me!
LAMENT OF AN ADULT SKATER
My body is bruised from yesterday's fall.
My ego as well. I ran into the wall.
Between the push harders and always bend more,
My shoulders are achy, my legs just plain sore.
My husband is angry. The kids think I'm nuts.
"Mom, you're too old to be learning the lutz!"
But I refuse to sit in the bleachers and freeze.
I'd rather have bruises on both of my knees.
And living on Advil and Vitamin C
Is a small price to pay for a perfect drop 3.
So on days when I need to escape from the static,
I grab my skate spinner and head for the attic.
I practice my backspin and pulling in tight
And jumping from both feet for maximum height.
I jump and finally start to rotate much faster,
But I land with a thud, and so does some plaster.
And I start to think as I stare at the mess
That my family is right. I'm too old for this stress.
But when I'm on the ice I feel so elated.
My love for this sport will never be stated.
So while 4:30 comes early on Mondays, I know,
And I'm dreaming of triples and brackets without snow,
"It's worth it", I say as I crawl from my bed.
"Ten minutes of freestyle and I'll no longer feel dead."
The music starts playing. The kids start to jump.
My heartbeat starts racing. I'm out of my slump.
I try a sit-spin. At least it was lower.
And I wonder if anyone does a camel spin slower.
But I'm having fun, and that's something rare
For people my age with grey in their hair.
So though my back aches as I check my 3 turn,
And bend my knee deep 'til my quad starts to burn,
When I toe in and leap up in the air for my flip,
Overrotate the landing and bounce on my hip,
I smile to myself and giggle with glee.
There is no place on earth where I'd rather be.
-Judy Leedom Tyrer
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LAMENT OF AN ADULT SKATER
My body is bruised from yesterday's fall.
My ego as well. I ran into the wall.
Between the push harders and always bend more,
My shoulders are achy, my legs just plain sore.
My husband is angry. The kids think I'm nuts.
"Mom, you're too old to be learning the lutz!"
But I refuse to sit in the bleachers and freeze.
I'd rather have bruises on both of my knees.
And living on Advil and Vitamin C
Is a small price to pay for a perfect drop 3.
So on days when I need to escape from the static,
I grab my skate spinner and head for the attic.
I practice my backspin and pulling in tight
And jumping from both feet for maximum height.
I jump and finally start to rotate much faster,
But I land with a thud, and so does some plaster.
And I start to think as I stare at the mess
That my family is right. I'm too old for this stress.
But when I'm on the ice I feel so elated.
My love for this sport will never be stated.
So while 4:30 comes early on Mondays, I know,
And I'm dreaming of triples and brackets without snow,
"It's worth it", I say as I crawl from my bed.
"Ten minutes of freestyle and I'll no longer feel dead."
The music starts playing. The kids start to jump.
My heartbeat starts racing. I'm out of my slump.
I try a sit-spin. At least it was lower.
And I wonder if anyone does a camel spin slower.
But I'm having fun, and that's something rare
For people my age with grey in their hair.
So though my back aches as I check my 3 turn,
And bend my knee deep 'til my quad starts to burn,
When I toe in and leap up in the air for my flip,
Overrotate the landing and bounce on my hip,
I smile to myself and giggle with glee.
There is no place on earth where I'd rather be.
-Judy Leedom Tyrer
All poetry included on in the Skater's Poetry Corner cannot be
re-published without the exclusive authorization of the author.
For authorization, contact the author or contact Lovena Harwood.
• Skater's Poetry Corner