Getting Back on the Ice - Tuesday Tales
|My eyelashes almost froze on this ski trip to Montana. Me with son, Devin|
“Hey, doc, you here for me?” One fairly large and muscled male specimen approached him, limping as he made his way toward Cody.
“Most definitely, I rather hoped you would have walked that limp off before I got here. Now, I really gotta take you seriously.” Cody found if he joked with the team members a bit, it relaxed them before he began the rehabilitation routine. These players attended UND on scholarship and all of them had professional hockey in their dreams. The players both revered and feared Cody’s presence for those reasons. They counted on him to get them literally back in the game quickly.
Cody’s mood shifted to all business, knowing he had this young man’s future in his hands. Although Adelaide remained a comforting presence, much like a satisfying meal leaves a body satiated; Cody performed the exam as professionally as he ever had. He directed the young man toward the exam room, where he would take X-rays. “I’m going to do the best I can to get you back on the ice quickly, you are my current priority.”
The day flew quickly, as Cody consulted his watch; he decided he could get in at least his daily run before he should get back to his apartment and shower. He allowed an image of Adelaide to the front of his mind, excited about their informal date that evening. He quickly changed into his workout apparel and grabbed his ear buds. As he adjusted the speed on the treadmill, he situated his ear buds into his ears and plugged them into the jack on the control panel. He flipped the appropriate station to the news on a flat screen television on the wall closest to his line of vision. Listening to the current events of the day, he stubbornly required himself to focus on something besides the growing pit of nervousness brewing in his stomach. How is a woman getting me this worked up? Do I really want this to be happening in my life right now? He thought of her beautiful eyes and quirky ways only briefly before he answered his own question. “Yes, I do.”
|my son, Aaron, and I taking the slopes in Idaho|
|My son, Devin, taking the slopes in Montana|
|That snowboard is meant to work in an upright position, Son.|