So I’m in Buffalo, for probably the 5th time in the last 4 years. But luckily I love this client - we always have a great time together, and they’re pretty patient. When the company was sold, they were the first ones to email me and ask if I was ok. Isn’t that sweet? I need to do some shopping while I’m here - a dress to wear to a wedding on Saturday and possibly a Halloween costume. The weather isn’t too cold yet, and I’m anticipating going to some places here to get some grub with my clients. Hopefully I can find a good comic shop here, because I’m a bit behind with my books!!!
Anyway, let me go on…
Someone actually requested for me to make this post, even though I was going to do it anyway. I just wanted to say that because I think this is the first time that someone actually requested a post topic!
So last Saturday (I was a busy busy girl last Saturday) I decided to stop by the Chicago Silver Skates. The rink was only about 15 minutes from my place and was on the way to the Arboretum, so I thought I’d come by for a bit and get a short track fix, since the World Cup was in China, and I just don’t have the time or money to travel out there.
The competition was great. I loved the feeling of local competitions. It’s so different from the World Cup comps that I’ve been to, where it’s all big names, fans screaming, bright lights and it feels like a show. This was a competition of all ages, all levels, and the people cheering were brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and team mates. No one was there to see their favorite Olympian beat people from another country, or to hopefully get an autograph and picture from that guy who was on TV. They were there to encourage the people they loved, the people they knew, the people they had supported since they were wee little Ponies. People came from all over, and they all got there on their own - people from Illinois, Iowa, New York, Minnesota, even Virgina.
It felt a lot like the US Championships in Bay City (which I never reported on, but I DO have it written out somewhere). There was this really intimate feeling, and you could feel the love of the sport that these people had, from the Pony group (the little kids who were SO cute skating their 3 laps around the rink) to the Masters, which were 50 and above. Can you imagine the dedication and love it takes to be skating that long? There were ex-Olympians there and people who were at their first competitions. As usual, the announcer did some awesome commentating and made the races fun for everyone.
I did feel a bit like an outsider looking in. I came in in the midst of the races and just took a seat in an inconspicuous corner of the rink. I didn’t know anyone there, but maybe that was a blessing. No press pass, no socializing, no press conferences, no worrying if my seat was close enough, no hovering at the side of the rink taking pictures at every turn or needing to report to a site. It was worry free and I could just sit back, relax, and enjoy the races, way up on my perch above the ice. I realized that day that I place too much undo stress on myself during other competitions by worrying about external things.
The races were exciting, and very different from the ones I’m used to. I’m used to everyone being at about the same level, so the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ come from the many breathtaking passes. As I said before, there were experienced people and not so experienced, so in a way, you’re cheering for the people who weren’t in the front, to see them catch up or get up if they should fall. The kids were awesome. They tried so hard you could see how much they wanted to win. After the races, the skaters would come up to the bleachers. There was a little kid who came up to the bleachers after his race, and he looked so disappointed. He came up to his dad and said, “I didn’t win the race.” But his dad said to him, “It doesn’t matter, you were so fast out there! You broke your own record. This is the first competition. You’ll get ‘em next time!” And he put his arm around his son and the kid smiled up at his dad and said, “Thanks.”
I swear, I had to look around to see if they were filming a Hallmark commercial.
But that’s how it was. Sure, parents were cheering on their kids to win, but they were also just cheering on their kids. “Come on, stay low!” “Keep it up!” “You only have one lap left, you can do it!” All this positive encouragement was great to see.
And it was really cool when the heats for the older skaters came up, because many of the older skaters were coaches for the regional clubs. So their clubs would be cheering on their coaches, and the kids next to me were cheering on their moms or dads.
The “A” group had some great races, more like the ones I was used to. These skaters are the skaters of the future, the ones who will be moving up and going to those big World Cups that I was talking about. They did a great job and I hope they go farther in their careers.
So yeah, it was a good time. Even though I didn’t stay the whole time. It was a great experience to have fun at a competition and relax, something that I had forgotten how to do at the big competitions. There have been so many negative things happening with the sport - internally and externally, that I had forgotten why I had loved it so much in the first place. Thanks Chicago Silver Skates, for giving me a great reminder.
So Madison, you’re an even bigger maybe than you were last week!
Here’s one of the few pics I took at the comp - it’s the younger girls getting ready for their race as the starter stands atop the bleachers:
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In other ST news, congrats to Apolo Anton Ohno for winning two golds at the World Cup in Harbin, and Rusty for winning a bronze, and a big hooray to Allison Baver for winning her first World Cup medal, a silver in the 3000m!
And I found out a new rule at the comp - whenever there’s a false start, the skaters must go back behind the start line and wait to be called up again. Before, when there was a false start, the skaters would go back into crouch position and wait for the gun. Now, they have to set up all over again. Just thought you’d be interested to know. 
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