The best skaters have wet bottoms.

Me + Sports = Disaster in the Making. Let's just say that I'm not the most athletic person you've ever met. However, in my personal challenge to make my life more of a daring adventure and add some zest to the everyday, I recently took the opportunity to go ice skating with some friends. 

Lesson #1 of a life with wings: take every opportunity, even if—no, especially when—it means going outside your comfort zone.  

Untitled, a photo by brklynn on Flickr.

We went to an small outdoor rink in downtown Bentonville, not far from the starry glow of Christmas lights on the city square. We strapped on our bright blue skates and got out on the ice amid dozens of other people making the most of the winter night. My friends are far more accomplished than I, so while I clumped along trying hard not to slip, they were gliding across the rink (as the hours went on and I was invigorated with a s'more latte from the coffee shop, I did get to feeling more confident).

Many of the skaters were little kids, but there were also a few people with enviable skill. They swished around and around with their hands in their pockets, twirling a little here, making a lap going backwards...it was fun to watch but also a little disheartening.  

I've gone ice skating twice in the last 6 or so years, and I have yet to fall down. I might be proud of that—it shows that I'm not a complete lost cause—but on the other hand I realized something that night that applies far beyond the world of ice skating. 

Some of the best ice skaters out there were sporting wet spots on the backs of their jeans.