I celebrated my birthday by skating on the Nashville Predator’s home ice, which was an amazing rush for me as a hockey fan. I’m pretty sore today–no amount of training can help prepare you for ice skating except actually ice skating, which I haven’t done in years. I loved it. I’m so glad I did it…but….the thing is, I almost didn’t do it. I woke up that morning with a rather poor attitude, and when one of my friends wrote to ask if it was my birthday, I responded:
Yes, is it my birthday. I’m trying to be happy about it. Since I’m taking a little twitter and facebook hiatus, I didn’t post these updates this morning:
“Today is my birthday. I started it by not wanting to get out of bed and face the day. That’s probably not a good sign.”
“I swore I’d never be one of those people who freaked out about getting older. I hope this is just some mourning/loss-related anxiety and it goes away soon.”
See? No one likes a Debbie Downer on his birthday. 🙂
Actually, I do feel better about some things. I have great people in my life. You’re one of them, of course.
As an example: I was planning on coming down to the Sommet Center tonight to skate on the Predator’s home ice, but I forgot my skates at home. My parents and a good friend offered to bring my skates to me here at work and then go with me to Nashville to make sure I did get this little bit of special time in on my birthday. How awesome are the people in my life? I really shouldn’t complain at all.
Long story short: I got my skates delivered to me, and we made the trip to the Sommet Center. Now, I’m so glad we did. It was an experience I will remember forever. Viewing the arena from the ice while zipping around the rink on my old college hockey skates was simply amazing for me as a Predators fan.