As I mentioned on Monday, I have been a useless member of my poor roller derby team.
I’ve been in roller derby for seven years now. I’ve volunteered, coached once, reffed a couple of times, and been a head non-skating official.
I’ve just never skated until now.
And I don’t care who you are, this sh*t is hard.
As a skater, you have to pay dues and drive (sometimes an hour each way) to practice 2-5 times a week. You have to buy parts for your skates. You have to buy your uniform and tons of other tiny things like fishnets and socks and booty shorts. You have to show up at venues for bouts and events early and leave super late. You lay down floors and set up bleachers and then tear it all down. You wrangle sponsors and work on posters and convince local papers to cover your bouts.
All of that, I can handle.
It’s the practice I am having difficulties with.
It’s the pace lines and sexy fly-by and worms and screaming trees and jukes. It’s the mohawks and fartleks and truck & trailers. (all of these are drills )
It’s the skating til it really hurts, and then skating ten seconds more and not dropping out of the drill AGAIN.
It’s coming home and icing my whole body and then rubbing myself down with tiger balm.
Dont get me wrong, I love it.
I love coming home and hurting and knowing I made it through most of practice (only stopping once because I needed to pop my back and shake the feeling back into my feet).
I love taking off my knee pads and having the pants underneath soaked with hard-earned sweat.
I even love the horrifying smell of my pads after practice.
I can’t rest on my flimsy laurels now, though. That’s when I’ll get in trouble and get complacent and I can’t afford to lose momentum now, with a bout in three weeks.
I’m determined to be suited up and skating on March 17, and I won’t let myself stop me anymore.