skating away (1) on the thin ice of a new day

I had to skate first, so I went from warm-up to performing. I felt like my ChaCha was okay – there was stuff I’d have done if I’d been thinking , like put my head where it was supposed to be on the end pattern, but at least I wasn’t looking down for . My Fiesta Tango was par though. I up the turn both times and ended up feeling pretty disappointed with myself. I wondered what Dan thought and wanted to ask him, but we have this of not discussing my performance until all the other girls are skating.

So I got to see the other skaters go, and at the end I felt like I had a chance for third place because the fourth girl was very , couldn't bend her knees properly and her performance was all over the . Afterwards Dan and I went the corrections–I told him what I thought needed fixing, and he seemed to agree with me.

Then I into street clothes and went to Starbucks. When I was in ballet, you were done, that was , you just changed and left. It’s apparently different in skating. While I was gone, I missed the scores going up. It’s not like on TV where you sit in the little area and somebody them. Here they print them out and them on the wall for everyone to read. the time I got back from Starbucks, they'd been up for an hour and everyone else read them.

I wasn’t even planning on looking at the scores. it was my first competition my original plan was to think of it a recital and not worry about placement. But then I thought I might have won third place, so I went and .