Road skating

As a child I dreamt of becoming a professional figure skater. My family and I made many sacrifices in striving to attain this goal. I enrolled in home school and spent many early morning hours on the road in pursuit of elusive ice time. All through elementary, junior and senior high school I pursued my dream, but despite my best efforts and the best efforts of my support people, it was not to be. I once had a favorite coach say to me “you don’t learn anything through winning but it is through

from Randy. Again, it was a little different movie for Hallmark, and it was nice to see you cast in a little bit different role. I thought it was entertaining. And I didn't know how it was going to come across necessarily with me as the figure skating coach, but I have done a lot of coaching. I was ski instructor for many years. Whether I knew anything about the sport or not, a coach is a coach, and I tapped into that side of things. I channeled my dad a bit. He's always been a coach of mine. I

accessible. On one end, the trail connects to Old Cutler Trail, and on the end, it connects with Rickenbacker Trail, allowing you to make your trail adventure longer. Commodore Trail is a mix of paved paths, sidewalks, and shared road. Take extra caution when traveling on the shared road portion of the trail. Places along the trail which might be of particular interest include both Kennedy Park and The Barnacle Historic State Park. Old Cutler Trail Beginning

2. In the novel, Bobo is a baboon from the zoo that Mr. Pignati befriends. Mr. Pignati loves Bobo and is really the only friend that he has other than John and Lorraine. He always goes to the zoo to feed Bobo. I know it seems weird for a baboon that Lorraine describes as "the ugliest, most vicious-looking baboon I 've ever seen in my life" to be significant to the story, but Bobo is really important. Bobo is like a son to Mr. Pignati. Every day, he always walks down to the zoo to feed Bobo, but

ever have.” This quote certainly holds true for me. When I was in elementary school, a caring man changed my life without knowing it. In second grade, my mother signed me and my little sister up for ice skating class. For an extremely brief time period, I had visions of becoming a figure skating prodigy, but they immediately dissipated as soon as I stepped onto the ice. I couldn 't take a step without slipping, but I was terrified of falling. To get to the area of the arena where the class was taking

As I took my first step onto the ice, I slid and fell onto the hard icy cold floor, but that did not stop me from getting back up. I was 9 years old at the time and I had seen figure skating on T.V and I had fallen in love with it, so I decided to try it out myself! I was extremely elated as I woke up this morning because I knew that that was the day I was going to ice skate for the first time!I knew that it was going to be hard and that it was going to take some time to get it right but either way

jogging or running, biking, and in-line skating. The Little Miami rail trail is a paved trail that follows the abandoned railroad route of the Little Miami Railroad from Milford (east of Cincinnati) to Springfield. For most of the trail’s length, a grassy strip runs beside it for horseback riding and runners and walkers who want to feel ground below their feet!. The trail is crossed by a number of roads, but only a few blocks of the trail in Xena share the road with cars. Ample parking is provided

When I was young, I fell in love with competitive figure skating. The ice was my second home, and every minute I spent on it was pure bliss. By the time I was ten, I had practices four times a week and several competitions a year. Unfortunately, my path to success did not leave me unscathed. I had many falls and accidents over the years, and getting back up was almost never easy. The worst accident occurred when I was first starting to skate. I was four years old, and it led to my parents almost

me take up skating lessons, promising to do extra chores around the house in exchange. It was a hard won battle, but a few weeks later, I came home from my first skating lesson. My jeans were completely

be mad about such a thrilling present? It was such an obvious stare, that it almost seemed like my Mom wanted to demolish my skating career before it even started. That had been two years