Skating

An American, a Brit, a New Zealander, 2 Chinese and a Canadian walk into a skating rink...

I went ice skating today. It was quite fun. The rink was ridiculously small and there were probably more people falling to the ground than there were actually skating at any given time. The skates were actually surpisingly comfortable. Comfier than any that I've ever rented or owned in Canada.

When you first walk in to pay, there's a sign on the desk that says, "Before skating, please buy gloves and insurance for safety."

I'd gone skating many times back in Canada and I've never considered myself very good. I'm honestly not being immodest here. So when I was asked if I was any good at skating, I gave an honest answer, "I'm not that great. I can move, and turn, but I can't really stop."

But this was before I saw them trying to skate.

In contrast, I'd put Mats Sundin and Elvis Stojko to shame. When they accused me of lying I defended myself by saying that by Canadian standards, I'm actually really not that great.

I'm sure that made them feel better.

But really, I think Canadians are born with an extra gene that enables them to wear a blade and function on ice better than most.