I just thought that it was magical having to glide across the ice.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother introduced me to many different things, and figure skating was one of them. I just thought that it was magical having to glide across the ice.
Skating was the vessel into which I could pour my heart and soul.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
It's almost like you see too much, because when it happens for real, everything flies at you so fast, you never get a sense of the ice and where everyone is at that one moment.
It's not magic! It's physics. The speed of the turn is what keeps you upright. It's like a spinning top.
When you're on the ice, you have very little time, you see very little, and everything happens really quick.
It's a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.
When you think about it, we're strapping strange planks of wood to our feet and launching off of giant snow walls. It's pretty intense.
I love skating so much and I feel like every time I step out onto the ice, that's what I'm meant to do.
To come back on the ice was hard, and at the same time it was kind of a healing process.