I was thinking about it… aside from a short time with my kids at Central City, and the birthday skate in January, its been 2 months since I had truly been on skates.
2 freaking months.
Guess what? Muscles hurt. ESPECIALLY on a floor that feels like an ice rink… :S
I couldn’t keep up with the team last night, but not because I couldn’t keep up – because I couldn’t keep under control while skating faster – my wheels just didn’t have enough grip, even when I swapped out for grippier ones. I didn’t, however, feel like I was pushing myself hard enough. I felt like I could have pushed harder… I felt liked I could have worked harder…
So I slid. But I skated, and I continued to skate, and I had a LOT of fun. It was EXACTLY what I needed.
It killed the panick attack that had me in its grips.
On another derby note – I signed up for a boot camp in May. I probably don’t have any holidays left after this, but I’ll swap out a Saturday for the Friday part of the boot camp.
I’m so freaking stoked!
Now if I could get this stupid insomnia under control….