Love bouncing up my stairs when I get home because I’m still so friggen pumped from practice.
Love my legs being wobbly because I’ve pushed myself.
Love realizing I CAN do crossovers (if pathetic ones) while skating in the wrong direction, simply because I decide to trust my skates under my feet.
Love knowing that I’m getting better, that my mindset is changing, that instead of telling myself “I can’t” I’ve started telling myself “I can” and it happens!
Love that I put myself first tonight and went to practice, despite my child’s pleas for me to stay home. He was in bed, his sister was there, and I needed to hit and be hit.
Love that I found derby. Its the best thing for keeping myself sane.