I got to go curling as an offsite from work yesterday. Photos here, courtesy of Earthdog.
Curling is a lot harder than it looks. I only fell down twice, but that was because I was being really, really careful. It’s hard to scamper ahead of a stone and sweep the ice in front of it when the stone is moving at a good clip. It’s also hard to do the weird stone-sliding thing – you have to push off a little footrest stuck in the ice and let go of the stone just right to send it down the ice. Boy howdy.
Today, I’m really sore – my thighs and arms in particular. On the bright side, I didn’t bruise where I fell on the ice. So that’s good. If I had more free time, I would totally join the rookie curling leage. But, as Earthdog said when I mentioned that to him, “when was the last time you actually had any free time?” I gave it some thought and realized that the last time I regularly had any sort of free time (other than the occasional evening set aside for mental health) was in college. Specifically, my freshman year. And, well, technically I had a lot of free time during my semester abroad, but I spent it all learning about my surroundings and reading Terry Pratchett, so it’s not like I didn’t have projects to fill the time that wasn’t spent in class.
Anyway, in conclusion: curling is awesome, but holy crap is it hard.