Ever since trying a few off-ice jumps at the lake a couple weeks ago, I've been looking forward to / dreading the day when I can start trying to jump again.
Woke up yesterday morning in a very "LEEROY JENKINS!!" kinda mood, so decided to go for it.
Yesterday afternoon I went to the waterfront rink with the sole purpose of trying a few waltz jumps. In and out, just wanted to try a few:
The First and Second Attempts
The Third Attempt
It went OK, I guess. I left the ground - technically - so it counts.
Definitely underwhelming, though!
I have no idea when waltz jumps became so terrifying.
Anyway, I didn't screw up my Achilles at all, but I'm not sure that means much for a little hop.
The Spin Attempt
As a fun, embarrassing bonus, here's my sole spin attempt from yesterday:
It was bad enough that I cut my losses and called it a day.
Oh, it's going to be a long road!
Anyway, I went back to the rink this afternoon, meeting up with a friend for some distanced exercise. We skated laps and chatted about all kinds of things.
... and the next thing I knew, my husband was telling me that we'd been skating for 34 minutes.
THIRTY FOUR MINUTES OF LAP SKATING! No stopping, and no problems at all!
Oh, and that's 6 days in a row of doing weight bearing activity, including like 14 km of walking in that time.
I really think the cipro nightmare is finally ending!!!