\u201cYou have officially lost it\u201d my roommate, Lucy said to me. In the moment, I was standing in a foot of water\u2014wearing Blundstones and jeans\u2014and frozen chunks of ice hung off of my pantlegs like ornaments. There was not much I could have said in my defense to make myself appear less deranged. In fact, I only had one good reason for spending two hours in the cold, shovelling the top layer of snow off of a semi-frozen pond: I wanted a rink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s right, a skating rink. For Reading Week, I had the chance to go to my roommate\u2019s cottage. Of course, the pond at the cottage was covered in a foot of snow, which insulated the water and kept it from freezing. After finding out about the pond, I was determined to remove the top layer in hopes of being able to go skating the next day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Working like a madman throughout the afternoon, I finally managed to remove what was almost certainly over a hundred pounds of snow from the pond. The problem was that beneath the snow was soon-to-be-frozen water, meaning the closer I got to being done, the more water I was standing in. But hey, what\u2019s a pair of wet socks (and shoes, and jeans, and shoes) for a skating rink?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day after my shovelling escapades, I was sorer than I can ever remember being. Even my most gruelling workouts could never compare to that day. But my aching muscles couldn\u2019t stop me from running out to the pond the minute I woke up and, sure enough, it was frozen. As someone who really misses intramural hockey, getting to skate around with a stick and puck was an absolute dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My friends may think I was completely unhinged by my desire to go for a skate, but all that work could not have been more worth it. If anyone knows of a pond that needs shovelling, I\u2019m your girl.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"