Here’s the thing. I’d sit and watch Dancing On Ice wishing like mad that I’d just been famous instead of doing my real job, because if you’re famous you get to go on programmes like that, don’t you.
I think I’d probably turn down the Jungle one. Make that definitely.
But OMG the dancing! (on a dance floor or an ice rink, not fussy really) yes please!!
So I signed up for classes. I was really nervous about taking the plunge. I’d been sort of faffing about, not signing up, for pretty much ages. Years. In fact.
Then the bombshell happened (and most of you know this) my lovely husband, MrH (Gav ) was bloomin well diagnosed with blood cancer, and suddenly I/we felt like we shouldn’t faff about, putting off doing stuff, any more!!
Gav is 18 months post diagnosis now, and in remission – I will do a post all about it, as the support we had and still have, has been amazing, and I’ve learned SO much about ‘liquid cancers’ … And that’s a post for another day…
So! I signed up, and last September, wearing a hideous pair of rented boots, (why do they always feel a bit damp??) and not knowing a soul, I stepped gingerly on to the ice.
Gawd! It’s slippery !!!
And I was ‘the new girl’
Do you know what I love? I love that when there’s a random assortment of bods at a club or something, no matter how random they might seem, there’s an underlying thing that unites everyone, and that’s the love of the interest you have in common.
So the fantastically random selection of girls (and fellas) at the rink have turned out to be a fantastic selection of new friends! Hand picked, almost!
We are all so different, yet clicked with each other from the start, and I was so lucky, as ‘the new girl’, that everyone was so friendly and kind. (You can tell a newbie a mile off because of the hideous blue hire boots (and the clinging to the side is also a dead give away ..) – everyone else glides about in white leather. Sorted that out by week three and got self some beautiful white leather boots …with sparkles on ? (who even knew they came with a sparkle option?!)
We usually eye the next class up, with a mixture of envy and slight giggles as they are all gliding about in white leather boots, AND (wait for it) floaty skirts!!!! FLOATY SKATING SKIRTS oh yes! We are one class away from fake tans and sequins. Haha
Anyway! The point of this really, is to say that if you’re sitting there thinking about that class you keep meaning to sign up for, and feeling like something is stopping you, whether it’s being the ‘new girl’ or fear of the Unknown, I’d say GO FOR IT! What’s the worst that can happen! I’m so so glad I didn’t put it off any longer (was given slight shove by MrH as I needed it!) for me, initially, I loved the total escape it gave me. An hour where I didn’t think about anything except staying upright! An hour where I could have a clear head with no worries in it. And I loved it even more, for that freedom.
Now I don’t feel the worries in my head, but I love going because I love skating! I’m not really a gym class kinda gal, never will be. Besides, on a rink you get to wear really cool ‘shoes’ with actual sparkles on. Haha!
Oh and here’s some out takes (not from skating -cue mass sigh of relief ) from earlier when I was trying to be all cool and grown up by doing an #ootd (that’s Outfit Of The Day) post. One day I’ll pull it off ?
Love Sally (Heels)