Phunt 50k
It’s never expected when it happens. I’ll never know why that moment has embedded itself. The memory is vivid and it is my barometer. Rick and I are in the backseat of my mom’s green Chevy Nova. It’s way too early in the morning. Rick will head to Hobomock Rink 1, and I’ll be in two. Hockey for him. “Patch” workout for me. I’m in my homemade floral skating dress. I’ll spend hours working the nuances of circles exactly three times my height. The true origin of figure skating. It was these early mornings that taught me endurance, precision, diligence and perseverance. And, it is without a doubt, where my mind takes me when I am in my happy place. I’ll be going about my business, and BAM! I’m in that rink. I can re-capture the smells. The music. The scuffs on the boards. The tone of my coach chiding me when I wobble. It is a reminder to me that I am right where I need to be in my life. I am centered. I am filled with pursuits I find fulfilling. I am loved.