Sure, we don't bend our knees and glide as the pros do. We push off, lean and swing, and then hurry to steady ourselves. Some of us look like real ice dancers. Others of us look like nervous storks. We try not to mention the twinges in our hinges. We do it for all the best things in life: balance, strength, companionship.
Ah, the Winter Olympics are here once again. Every four years I am reminded of the first time I paid attention to them, the games held in Innsbruck, Austria in February 1976. Although I was too young to comprehend it, the Munich massacre of the summer games held in 1972 introduced me to the Olympics.