Constant soreness in this sport is an understatement. So the ice pack and heating pad have become my new best friends. After icing last night, I finally woke up without feeling sore, even after being on the ice for two hours.
It’s pretty embarrassing to be a young adult groaning after getting up from a seat due to the pain. This is what comes from putting that much resistance on my legs. If I put my hands on my knees and bend them I can feel ligaments/tendons rubbing against each other - I may want to consider having this checked out.
There is always a bruise on my body. It’s been two months now and I don’t think I’ve gone a day on the ice without a new bruise. My body doesn’t even bruise very easily. This is just a wicked sport (I dare you to argue that this isn’t a sport).
I am getting calluses on my fingers from tying my boots just right and indents on the lower half on my calf from jumping. Did I mention that I am sore ALL the time?
Yet I am loving this! I come off the ice with satisfaction that I’ve never felt before. Sure, there are days when I am disappointed about my time on the ice or not being able to successfully learn a new move. But ultimately, this experience is transforming me physically and mentally. That is why I love it. It’s almost like it’s showing me a better me.
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