Last night, Sabrina and I had our first night of the exciting Robby Glantz International Power Skating class. I went into it fully expected to get schooled by 10 year olds and I was not disappointed! After the first 15 minutes of skating around, I started to wonder how I was going to make it through the class but then he slowed things down a bit.

Robby himself sported one of those microphones like Madonna wore in the Blonde Ambition tour. In all the hockey lessons I've taken, nobody has used a microphone so it scared the crap out of me when he started talking through the thing. I was like "who the hell is that and where is he??" while getting lapped by small people who have yet to sport even pubic hair and play far better than I'll ever hope to.

We had to put on these waist belts with loops for leashes on them. I am not kidding. At one point, Sabrina held me in place where I did a little toe-hop in slow motion to work on proper stride technique. The highlight of the Leash Experience was putting a leash on each side of my waist then pulling Sabrina (who was kneeling behind me) down the ice. I was the last one in for that. Damn.

They also videotaped us and had as watch our asses (literally, we started facing away from the camera) skate. My first three steps, the citical few, suck ass. I look as bad as the slowest player I know. I mean, I knew that quick starts were not my strong suit but I had no idea they were that bad. The good news is, I look pretty good once I get up to speed.

Tonight we're back for round 2, I hear it's all about backwards skating. Had I mastered the stuff he taught us about skating forwards, I'd be more ready for it.