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Fresh Meat

I was going to post this yesterday, but then roller derby killed me dead.
So, backstory. Several of my lovely and amazing friends started up a derby league here in the Valley a while back. I have been meaning to join up for ages. But I was scared to, and then I was pregnant, and then I was sleep deprived from having an infant, and then I was scared again because in the course of being scared and then having a kid I got way out of shape. This is saying something, considering my normal levels of not in shape. I don't know what finally clicked in my brain, but I went out to practice yesterday. (After chickening out last Sunday with the perfectly valid excuse of "But I only had two hours sleep." (Even though I could have put my thesis work aside and gone to bed early because I knew I had derby in the morning.))
Oh man. So I haven't been on skates since I was ... 11? Possibly 12. Long enough to forget. Riding the bicycle came back way faster than skates did. I used this thing called the skater-aide, a pvc pipe walker contraption on three wheels. Awesomely useful and terribly humiliating. And mostly built for kids, so I had to lean over a bit to use it. But use it I did, and while the girls did their warm up laps, I toddled around on the outside of the track. Turns are hard, stopping without feeling like I'm going to faceplant is harder. (This was the same trouble I had with the bicycle, by the by.) After laps, I did the stretching and strength training stuff the other girls did, and mostly kept up.
It hurt. My muscles were woobly and my ego was hurting a bit from the whole not knowing how to skate business. I thought to myself, "Why on earth am I going to come back and do this again? It'd be easy to get out of. It's hard and I'm not good at it." Then I realized that was exactly why I should go back out. Because it was hard. Because I wasn't very good at it. But also because it was still fun, and the girls were nice and cheered for me for trying. Because watching the scrimmages made me want to be able to do that.
I'm in pain. My knees ache, my arms are sore, and my shins hurt. (Oddly enough, my arms are way more sore than my legs.) But I am going back. I want to join a team. I want my name on the national roster. I want to be a derby girl. I'm fresh meat. Let's see what I become.



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Apr. 20th, 2010 03:45 pm (UTC)
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