The stamp on my hand says "SCHOOL." I suppose the look on my face says "You gotta be kidding." Welcome to week three of skating school at Manhattan's Chelsea Piers. Every Monday for eight weeks, a different, seemingly younger instructor from Ice Theater of New York stands before a dozen women in their 30s and demands the impossible--literally.
Tonight's teacher, a wispy creature who reminds me of the adorable Icelandic pop singer Bjork, crouches effortlessly on one foot so that her rear end is nearly touching the ice while she simultaneously kicks the other leg straight out in front of her....
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