It happened fast. This headlong dive into the world of derby, the all-consuming addiction, the intense hunger to learn every single thing I can from whoever is willing to teach me (which is pretty much everyone). From gear to rules and skills and fitness and history and mechanics and physics. It all started with the simple thought, “I like roller skating, and knocking chicks over sounds fun.” Ha. I was different then, a whopping 2 months ago.
My story was the classic, “Yah, I skated as a kid, but not really since then.” My 11-year-old brain was far more fearless. I mean, we skated around on sidewalks with plastic wheels while wearing nothing but bathing suits! Now, at my first derby practice, covered head to toe in protection my 30-something (ok, almost 40) brain was saying, “What in the ever living heck are you DOING?! You are way too old to be doing this! You are going to DIE! You have wheels on your feet and no amount of padding is going to save you!” Hey, brain. Shuttup. You’re wrong. Two months later, my legs don’t scream in pain quite as loudly. I can hold a squat for over a minute without swearing. My transitions are pretty ok and I can skate on one foot for more than a couple of seconds. Might not sound like much, but it’s progress and I have been working my tail off to get here. I have a long way to go, but passing minimum skills assessments doesn’t seem like quite the pipe dream it once did. Huge amounts of credit for this goes to our Fresh Meat trainer, Erika (Reykjaviki). This woman has pushed me harder than I thought I could ever handle, believes I can do things I never imagined possible and has made me do way more push-ups than my arms would like.
It’s a roller derby rule that you are not allowed to say “I can’t” or “I’m sorry”. Well, I’m gonna. I’m sorry I didn’t find derby sooner and I can’t believe how madly in love I have fallen with this sport and this league. Erika, please don’t make me do push-ups!