I finally have mastered the art of falling—

—boomf.

I tossed the current pair of jeans-that-fit into the wash, and substituted the light rayon baggy track pants that look like hell.

Worse, I tried to skate in them. Funny thing. You wear tight jeans on the ice, you get a sense of support for your muscles. You wear light stuff, no support, and I, yes, dragged a toe as I tried to recover from stepping onto my heel.

Backward. Boomf.

On the other hand—I rotated as I went down, landed on the flat of the hip between tailbone and hipbone, and m...