Got back on the ice this year and MAN, I did not realize how much I missed it! As soon as I started to stroke around the rink -- instant sensory overload. The smell brought me right back, and I'm not talking about changeroom/hockey bag stink. The unique smell of an indoor rink flooded my memory of a lifetime spent skating. And then the wind in my hair and at my ears, the sound of the ice cutting at my feet, the damp cold of the air. So intoxicating. And the social -- my girls, all of us ex-figure skaters, all of us with the same shared childhood experience of loving skating. Amazing how easily it all came back too. Sure, I'm not jumping and now I get dizzy when I spin. But there is so much that is still automatic for me. Muscle memory is truly remarkable. It just felt so natural to be on the ice again. When I see 80 year olds old there doing their thing, I can't help but smile because I know that will be me too. I love skating!