Monday, January 03, 2005

Otherwise, I was fine. Skating like a person possessed. Hans Brinker one minute, Irena Tatyanova Illyanovich (or some such Russian skater name) the next. You can let your mind wander out there on the ice.

Then what?
Then I went to Whole Foods and shopped for dinner. Skating was just an impulsive detour on the way to the store.

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