Feeling somewhat narcissistic, I balanced my tablet on the boards and took some benchmark videos. Forward stroking, forward outside edges, forward crossovers, figure 8s. I didn't get inside edges because, well, I forgot. When I realized I'd left out inside edges, it was too late to do any more recording. The ice had become busy and I had visions of someone falling, grasping desperately for the boards, and toppling my tablet to the ice. I'm way too OCD to deal with a shattered screen.
Fast forward four weeks. I've been getting a fairly consistent hour of practice each week. Sometimes a little more. It was time to take video of the little "welcome back" pieces I'd been working on. I felt silly setting up my tablet, but a talented skater I've never seen before came up and offered to take video for me. See! Everybody's doing it! (And by the way, adult skaters are awesome.)
I re-shot all the skills I'd benchmarked before and then did some benchmarking of new things: backward stroking, backward crossovers, backward inside edges. And again, I forgot the damn forward inside edges.
Oh people, it was awesome! Everything felt strong and stable. I was putting real weight on my bad leg. There was beautiful posture and extension. Excited and clearly more comfortable with my inner-Narcissus, I took a celebratory selfie in the rink parking lot.
But videos...they lie! Who was that chick? Girlfriend needs to straighten out her free leg. And bend her knees more. Dear God woman, stop stepping over on those crossovers. What a hot mess! The only improvements: I was a little faster, somewhat smoother and my lobes on my edges were marginally tighter. I shook my head and laughed to myself. If nothing else, I now know with absolute certainty what I need to work on.
Comebacks don't come easy. I'm cool with that.
The Kid read this over my shoulder as I was finishing up. "Keep working on it, Mum-mum!" he said encouragingly. "Practice makes permanent."