I can feel the adrenaline pulsing through them all. Mine is too, but it’s fueled by fear and I can feel that theirs is something more primal. They are ready for the whistle, sticks crack on the ice, the intensity rising. I want to run, but that will never happen on these blades. I can barely walk, definitely can’t skate. How did I get myself stuck in this chaos of a sport? I gag at the mere mention of blood. This is not going to end well for me.