Sunday morning I woke up at 7:30am to give myself time to wake up, drink a cup of coffee, and eat some toast before I would have to exert all of my energy on the rink. Last Tuesday I did not make it to Hockey, I was feeling sick and did not think it would be a good idea to play. So Sunday was my first skate of the season.
I arrived at the rink, with a few butterflies in my tummy, wondering if I would still remember how to play and if I would even still be any good?! I was greeted by name, by all the regulars. They were surprised and happy to see me, which made me feel warm inside that during my little hiatus last year, I was missed.
I skated good enough, even managed to make a goal. I remembered why I love to play hockey! The cold air touching my cheeks, the sound of my blades as they dig into the ice and the welcoming friends that greet you with smiles on their face.