From Childhood Rinks to Dad Life: Hockey Still Calls Me

Hockey Life

Every time I get on the ice with them, I feel grateful—and reminded. Grateful that I’m still able to keep up. Reminded that I can’t do this the same way I did at 13.

The truth is: I don’t recover like I used to. A hard turn, a quick stop, a sudden fall—it lingers longer. I can’t afford those risks anymore. I’ve had to change how I play. Less reckless speed, more smart positioning. Less ego, more fun.

If I want more moments like this, I have to train for them.

That means staying in shape throughout the year—not just when I know a game’s coming. It means stretching before and after. Warming up properly. Being intentional.

Because these small opportunities—the spontaneous games, the pick-up skates—are worth it. They’re why I train at all.

One of my goals is to someday skate in a league with both of my sons. Not just watch them. Be on the ice. In the game.

Age is just a number, but preparation is everything.

Ask yourself: What are you training for? What memories do you want to be ready for when they show up without warning?

If you have a goal like that, take it seriously. Do the work now, so you’re ready when life hands you a jersey and says, “Get in.”

You don’t need to be perfect. Just be prepared. Keep your body moving, your mind sharp, and your priorities clear.

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