In many ways my first attempt at curling was very similar to my first attempt at trail running. It was only the medium into which I fell that was different.
Yes, on Sunday I fulfilled a lifelong dream to go curling. (OK, maybe lifelong is a bit of poetic license, but I’ve wanted to try curling for a long time. It’s that lure of the border which comes from growing up in Western New York.) Again, what I lack in skill I make up for in enthusiasm. My first practice slid (without a rock) resulted in me, sprawled face-first, on the ice.
Luckily, it only got better from there.
I lost track of how many times I fell, because, well, it was pretty much a given that I would fall early