A mixed bag!

Had a good lesson on Wednesday. Was particularly happy when D deemed half of my Level 2 Field Moves being at a passable state (including my mohawks - how loads of practice on your most hated element can pay off!). Was not so happy when she started looking thoughtful and muttering about doing Level 1 & 2 at the same time. I think not . . . my backward edges are nowhere near powerful enough yet, and I would like to get Level 1 out of the way. And I still hate backward crossrolls with a passion!

We also spent some time tango-ing and waltz-ing - the main theme is, as ever, the state of my runs. When I do them nice and slowly, they are not bad. When I try and do them fast in a pattern, they are NOT crossing enough. So D has given me some really hideous, doing runs as fast as I can and then some, exercise to practice.

I got really angry at practice yesterday (on a public session). I was doing a controlled, Level 2 mohawk exercise up the long axis, and as always, keeping a careful eye out for people. Then this obnoxious idiot started telling me that I was getting in peoples way! He then threatened to report me to the manager - I told him to go ahead, but he then said "Can't be bovvered". By the way - not a teen, but someone in his mid-40's at a kind estimate. He then proceeded to drag his children around behind him as he skated around in a too fast, completely uncontrolled way ON THE END OF A TEN FOOT LONG LUGGAGE STRAP!!!!!! Oh, and also proceeded to mock me and other figure skaters for the rest of the session. I was not a happy bunny.

So tried to make up for it today on a Sunday morning public session - never again. Completely overcrowded - will have to stick to just Saturdays.

On a good note, I had my blades sharpened yesterday and they actually feel great, after that initial 5 minutes feeling of skating through treacle. Not even too much trouble stopping - very happy.

On an even better note, after 14 months, I have finally reached my goal weight of just over nine and a half stone! (61kg for my friends across the pond, or 135 pounds) after losing exactly six stone (38kg or 84lbs). I am so pleased - I went and treated myself to chips from the chippie last night, not having had them for 14 months. And couldn't finish them! Now starts the enjoyable bit of working out how to eat more - yay!