The Reason I Can't Stop

Aha. So that's it. Hate to be literal, kiddies, but I've noticed a huge flaw. One side of my Pattern 99 blades is higher than the other. That's why I can't stop fast. In fact, I can't stop at all on the ice, and last night, I almost went right over the boards into the arms of a Spanish tourist. She barely held onto her video camera during the almost-head "butt". The right outside edge on my right skate is higher than the left. Her son thought it was funny. Mama thought it was NOT.



That explains why my right knee is sore (the tendon is pressing inward), and it explains my back pain for the last two weeks. Where my center should be? Feh. That's disappeared without the possible grinding down of the steel to make this damn thing equal again. A hollow should be even to create what we call "edge bite". That's the blade's grip as you lean down and bend during crossovers and various elements. It also explains why my backspin sucks right now. $305 blades and they managed to fuck up half the edge for only a $9 sharpening. Oh, I am not a happy camper right now...



Grrr....equipment problems. Certainly makes me feel for Timothy Goebel and all his horrors this year. Like me, he is in SP Teri's, and he's gone through pair after pair. Now, his back, legs, hips, and knees are falling under what was likely an improperly made boot with an even poorer mounted blade. Poor Tim. I don't think he's going to Worlds, either.



I'll just have to stock up on BenGay and bubblebath, and let Calgon take me away.



Another trip to Target tonight after work. My coupon snipping netted me some really good things this week. I love the Daily News. Let's see what my exciting lunch with Gloria leads to later today. I wonder if we're doing pizza or Chinese. Either way, it's a carb-fest. Between coffee and carbs, I'm surprised I haven't keeled over yet. I remember my lazy college days of eating salads and having time to chop veggies and stir fry. Now? I go home to Quaker oatmeal, that's how tired I am. I threw out my wok, too. The Rusty Wok. Sounds like a good name for a new Asian restaurant. Not like we don't have enough in my neighborhood. Between that and all the Italian restaurants? I'm surprised every person in Bay Ridge doesn't have Type II diabetes yet, LOL.



Well, it's the end of my sign, and tomorrow is Spring. Not that you'd know it with Mother Nature throwing her little tantrums this week. Time to grab my silk shirts and light jackets out of the closet! Won't that be fun. Even MORE cleaning and folding and dusting I don't want to do.



Sigh......it just doesn't end, does it.