It’s been nearly four years since I began “Life on the Edge
of Skating.” If anyone would have told me I’d still be blogging all these
months later, I would have said they were crazy. Now, I wonder if I’m a
candidate for a white coat with long sleeves and stylish straps that buckle in
the back. But somewhere along the line, this little diary of a mad skating
mother turned into something cathartic. It became a way of sharing some
very personal but very universal truths about all sides of our sport.
Now, we’re about to turn in our last ticket and jump on this
rollercoaster ride of rises and falls, tunnels and blindsides one more time. We’ll
shriek and scream and hold our hands in the air, and when it’s all over we’ll
look at one another and say we’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
So, here we go. I have Erma and Anthony at my side. Let’s
get this party started. We can rest in 2015.
WHAT! The Edge can't be over. What are you talking about? No, you can't quit. I won't have anything to talk about........EGAD!
ReplyDeleteNo, I'm not quitting. We NEVER quit. We change. After 2014, I'll be able to take a front row seat and channel my best Bourdain. Sharpening my blades as we speak :)
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