Streaking down the frozen pond you are hit head on by a frigid wind gush, rattling you for a moment. You catch your breath, take one more long stride and fire it off the post. Another outdoor hockey goal --no tendy. As you skate back, you adjust the furry monster living on your head. Skating off to grab some water, a kid asks you if those are real skate laces hanging from the side of your bucket. You only grin, and glide away knowing the answer.