A wonderful thing happened to me last month. My only regret? Not sharing it with you sooner.

The day started at 6:00 a.m. the morning I crossed #6 off my List and it was one of the most exciting things I’ve checked off since I hit the nude beach last year.

I skated competitively as a kid. I quit when I was 16 because being a teenager felt more important than jumping, spinning, gold medals and early morning practices. It was the first time I ever quit anything in my life. Apparently, I’m still in recovery.

Rob thinks that the “unfinished business” of my competitive skating career has left me scarred when it comes to follow through on other projects in my life – when I get close to success, I choke and sometimes I even give up. I give up. Ugh, I hate that in unspeakable terms. But sometimes knowing when to pull the plug on a situation – whether it’s a job, a business venture or even a friendship – is just as important as following through. Sometimes, it’s just better to walk away. But I have a hard time forgiving myself for taking that walk every time it happens.

“I should have…”

“I could have…”

“I wish I…”

“I regret I…”

Ah! Living in the World of What If – it’s a disease I tell you! How many times have you passed on a situation and then ruminated on your decision? I know I’m not alone on this – we’ve all done it before; the question is though, what’s the remedy?

I decided my dose would need to come in the form of lacing up skates at the crack of dawn and stepping on cold, fresh ice to make amends with this piece of unfinished business in my life. I needed to jump into it, toe-pick first.

It was glorious (graceful? not so much, but glorious, nonetheless.)

I felt like I was flying on that ice. My body just seemed to… remember. Call it cell memory – like riding a bike – but by the end of two hours, jumping and spinning just felt like it was what I should be doing right then and there.

The bruises on my ass, however, would have indicated otherwise. But I loved every fall, every crack of the ice under my blades, every opportunity to feel like I was going to vomit if I did just. one. more. spin.

Glorious.

Maybe I’ll never be an Olympic medalist – although, I will admit, Rob and I toyed with the idea of ‘what if I throw it all on the line and aim for the 2014 Games? – but maybe that path isn’t for me. Or maybe it is?

My friend Cristina and I (an ex-skater and a fellow yoga teacher) have signed our 29-year old selves up for six weeks of Saturday morning practices. Six weeks. That’s a whole lot of ass bruises, sore ankles and ice burn.

And you know what? I can’t wait.

(*PS – this is the video I’ve been trying desperately to upload – still no luck. But I didn’t want to delay on this news any longer!)

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Joins the conversation – do you have a “regret” you’re thinking of remedying?