On the ice: Rink rat
February 26, 2018
I spend a lot of my winters inside ice rinks; my son is a hockey player.
I guess, by default, that makes me a hockey mom (queue the gag reflex here). But for some reason, I've never really considered myself entirely that nor have I ever really felt like hockey was the only winter sport in my quiver.
I downhill ski, nordic ski, hike uphill, sled downhill … all the winter sports that make Aspen such a great place to live in winter.
But this year, sidetracked to some degree by a mid-December hip replacement, I've begun to feel as if my winter "happy" place is the rink. I can't skate, but I've taken greater joy in watching my son and his teammates do so.
Maybe it's because it gets me out of the house, away from my workplace and within arm's distance of my physical therapist's office, where I've spent most of my time of late.
Or, maybe it's because it's my son's final year playing for Aspen Junior Hockey before making the move to high school hockey.
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And, there's a small chance it's because I've become slightly obsessed with the idea of curling (it seemed to be the only Olympic sport being televised during the times I could turn on the boob tube).
But don't get me wrong, while I might be a rink rat this season, I am very much looking forward to trading in the ultra-warm Sorrels and long puffy coat for my ski boots and boards come next season. Fresh air is something I miss terribly.
But the curling thing, that might be a whole other story …