I quad speed skate. Can’t believe at my age I’m saying that, but life is like that. My son and husband inline speed skate.
my quads
As with anything, a certain vocabulary goes with it. My new vocabulary: quads, trucks, brownies, fast to fastest, power crosses, right foot push, under push, put the hammer down, lap and hook, derby skins, 100s, 110s, a lap race, planks, burpies, get low, EZfits, tags, in the box, a pyramid drill, and sandbagging.
Our coach likes to say, “Don’t do anything stupid.” “Keep those legs moving.” “Hustle.” and “Get lower!”
Skaters say things to each other like, “You can do anything for 30 seconds.” and “Go get her!” “Your core!”
And as I go as hard as I can around the rink, legs hurting, back hurting, sweat under my helmet and down my back, I often think–writing a novel is like this.
Well, minus the dripping sweat.
What else do you do in your life that in some weird way is like writing?
