Okay, so today I decided to check out the Wellesley hockey rink. I’ve been meaning to get back on the ice, and I heard this place was pretty good. First, I grabbed my old hockey bag from the attic. Man, it was dusty! I unzipped it and whoa, that old hockey smell hit me hard. It brought back memories, good and bad (mostly good, though!).
Getting Ready
I checked my skates. The blades were dull as butter knives, so I knew I had to get them sharpened. I rummaged around for my skate guards, finally found them tucked away in a side pocket. I made sure I check my helmet for safety. Everything looked good to go, so I packed everything up neatly, trying not to forget anything crucial, you know, like my gloves that protect my hands.
At the Rink
I drove over to the rink. It wasn’t too crowded, which was a nice surprise. I walked in, paid for some ice time, and headed straight for the locker room. It smelled like, well, a locker room – a mix of sweat and that weird disinfectant spray. Not the best, but hey, it’s part of the experience, right?
Hitting the Ice
I laced up my skates, double-knotting them just to be safe. Stepping onto the ice was amazing. It felt so smooth under my blades. I started with some easy laps, just to get the feel of it again. My balance was a little shaky at first, but I reminded my legs of my ice time. It was a bit off, so the muscle memoried.
- Warmed up with some crossovers.
- Tried a few quick stops – almost wiped out once!
- Practiced some backward skating. It needs work, haha.
After a while, I joined a small pickup game that was starting. It wasn’t anything serious, just some folks messing around. I even managed to get a couple of shots on net, though the goalie stopped them. I think one shot succeeded.
The Aftermath
After about an hour, I was pretty tired, so I called it quits. I took off my gear, chatted with a few of the other players, and headed home. My legs were definitely feeling it, but it was a good kind of sore. I have to plan for the next time soon.
