Figure Skating As an Adult - Frustrating Elements
Let me begin by saying that my relationships with real human beings, by and large are happy, cooperative affairs.
My relationship with Mr. Axel has always been dysfunctional, mainly because he knows I need him more than he needs me. I was introduced briefly to him as a younger skater however I decided he was too high-maintenance. I sought a much cosier and happier relationship with Mr double loop jump and his pals double toe and double sal.
As I advanced in my skating skills, it became apparent that we would have to confront each other someday in some way (like meeting the class bully who made your youth miserable at a high school reunion). Something about a forward take-off is very unsettling...like diving head first over a cliff to your doom. Despite the constant creative input from a coach with the patience of Job, nothing worked. No amount of leaning forward, waltz-jump-back-spin, dry land training, changing the steps into the entry.... nothing made a difference. That was over five years ago. In the interim I have had any number of people weigh in on the root cause of my dysfunctional axel. Despite all our efforts, Mr Axel was plainly not interested in participating in counselling to improve our relationship.
One coach took the bull by the horns. Well, it was actually more of a cow in harness. I was strapped into a kind of chest harness which was connected to a kind of giant fishing rod. I looked like some kind of fleece covered tuna. I tried the jump and it worked magnificently! Height, speed one and a half turns...there it was, the whole enchilada! Out of harness.....same old same old. Mr Axel was playing with my head. But at least for the first time I was able to feel what a properly rotated jump felt like (so neener!! neener!!).