When Ice Skating And 30 Year Olds Don’t Mix

Part of being a wife means supporting our husband’s hobbies and new ventures. So when Mr. S decided he wanted to learn to play ice hockey, I didn’t object. Besides, I had been trying to get him to try some winter activities and convince his California upbringing to embrace more of what Utah has to offer. And I think he may have been inspired by watching the recent Winter Olympics.

Mr. S was told he would need to learn to ice skate first before he could sign up for the ice hockey class. There were no adult classes available until May and not wanting to delay his new talent any longer, Mr. S swallowed his pride and signed up for skating lessons in a class of six year olds. How are the lessons going, you ask? Let’s just say his first lesson was his last. That night we spent 7 hours in the emergency room after Mr. S made a grand exit from the ice rink.Mr. S ended up breaking his fibula in 3 places and dislocating his tibia. The break would later need surgery, which was taken care of with a steel plate, pins and screws. And some good drugs.

This is now Mr. S’ view. Needless to say, he is getting serious cabin fever.