I had a moment on the ice the other day. I was fortunate enough to be training on the same session as an elite male skater. To tell the truth, "fortunate" was not the first word that popped into my head when I realized that he would be on the ice with me. "Terrified" made an earlier entrance to that party. I joked with him in the locker room, as we laced our skates, that my goal for the session was to not get in his way. He laughed and we headed out to the ice.
It doesn't even qualify as ironic that not even ten minutes later, I was practicing edges at one end of the ice when I looked up and saw him hurtling toward me, lining up a jump. You know those dreams when you can see the car coming at you, but your feet are glued to the ground and you can't move? I lived that moment, right there on the ice surface.
To defend myself and my infantile skating skills, I did try to get out of his way. I thought I had just made it when he was in the air for a triple lutz. Unfortunately, he landed and reached back for a double toe, which sent him right into my trajectory. In slow motion (according to my now-beleaguered sense of time and space), we crashed as he landed his jump.
Here is where my Momzilla (and nursing) training kicked in. Within about a second of hitting the ice, I was back up to make sure he wasn't hurt. As a tribute to my multitasking ability, the following thoughts rushed through my brain:
"Make sure he's not hurt."
"Who else saw that happen?"
"Thank goodness his coach isn't here."
"If he is hurt, and his coach finds out it was my fault, he will come to my house and kill me."
"They're never going to let me skate here again."
"Oh...and make sure you're okay."
As it turns out, we were both fine, and in fact agreed that it was a good fall, and didn't even hurt at all. He laughed at me and pointed out that my worst nightmare had just come true. Then we both continued skating.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should report that it was another several minutes before my hands and legs stopped shaking. And I was very careful to stay away from him for the rest of the session.
And secretly, I hoped that his own Momzilla doesn't find out. Those Momzillas can be fierce about their Champions...especially when their Champion actually is one.