Woo metal blades on my feet!

I had my 6-week postpartum appointment on Tuesday (already?!) and the doc proclaimed me all healed up and able to do pretty much anything I want to do.  Hooray!

Peter was working at the ice rink on Wednesday, so I brought Kira over during his lunch break and I hit the ice.  I didn’t skate too much — only about 10 minutes — but much like recovering from my back injury, I figured starting small would be a good plan. 😉

I look sad and 12 years old in this photo:

That’s better!

I did a few laps around the whole rink, then practiced hockey stops on both sides against the boards for about 5 minutes, then did crossovers.  My clockwise crossovers totally suck but the counterclockwise are passable.

The highlight of the post-skating experience was watching a little girl dressed all in light pink, wearing hockey skates/gloves/helmet.   I almost never see adult women at public skates wearing hockey skates, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a little girl there in anything but figure skates.  This brightened my heart.