So this week, I’m getting acclimated to office life once more as we had our first ever Small Business Leadership Conference, hosted by the Tri Chamber Alliance at the Akwesasne Mohawk Casino. It was two days of seamless networking between three regions, education to improve current business techniques, and so much more. Despite having bad weather our first day and having surrounding areas cancel school, we still had a large number of participants show up for both days. Needless to say, it was a success for all involved and we look forward to the Meet and Greet in the Fall.
As promised however, I participated in my son’s parents vs. kids hockey game this past Sunday as his father resembles that of a newborn giraffe on hockey skates.. As a girl, I figure skated for a few years, sadly however, it went nowhere for me. However, I still kept my skates all these years. Granted, they were figure skates, they were skates that I could use, so I laced them up when all of a sudden and audible “crack” occurred. The blade on my right skate was so weathered and worn that the blade cracked. It was worth a shot right?
So we ventured to MVP Sports in Potsdam on Friday afternoon to see what they could do. Now luckily, I was able to get a great pair of hockey skates, that my son will be able to grow into in a few years as I was measured at a whopping 2 ½ . Yes, I have the feet of a child, flintstone feet if you will. Reluctantly, I bought them, hoping to God that I wouldn’t take five steps and fall on my face in them because the lack of a toe pick (My father always told me growing up that switching from one to the other would leave me with a broken nose because I would fall flat on my face).
So came the big day, allow me to paint a picture for you. A normally 4’ 11” girl, who is now a stately 5’ 2” thanks to the hockey skates, wielding a borrowed hockey stick which resembled Gandalf the Grey’s staff from Lord of the Rings. Sporting a Canadiens jersey (yes, I know, they aren’t doing great this season), it was actually difficult to tell me apart from the three other boys wearing jerseys, see the picture for a reference. I stepped onto the ice after wrestling with tightening the laces on my skates, complete with a helmet and face mask, and my staff of a stick. This was the moment of truth. I surprised myself as my feet took over, and glided easily over to the box with the other parents to wait my shift.
Surprisingly, I skated several shifts, and though I certainly wasn’t the best, I wasn’t the worst either! I found myself swarmed by little boys and girls who resembled that of a mosquito, I’d get the puck, and there’d they be ready to snatch it away. However, much to my surprise, I scored a goal. Raising my hand in victory like Rocky Balboa himself, I skated over to the kids box where my son was yelling at me for scoring. We ended the game in a tie.
As we gathered for the group photo however, my feelings of being on top of the world ended swiftly as one of the kids knocked my knees out from under me, landing me right on my back end.
We laughed and laughed. It was worth a shot.