Holy. Effing. Hell.
Derby was… just amazing.
For the first time in I don’t know how long, I was able to get out of my head, forget all the things that hurt, forget all the things that made me sad, and just be.
I was a blocker all night – it’s a good place for me to be – but I was stuck in the middle position. I don’t like the middle position – I don’t like being between two people. But after the first few times, instead of getting resentful or fighting against it, I decided I would use it as a learning opportunity.
Get better at that position.
Get better at being in the middle and having to block on two sides not just one.
I did. I wasn’t fantastic at it, but I was better by the end than I was at the beginning.
I hit. I blocked. I fell. I got up. And in the end… I got a penalty for back blocking.
I had the best freaking time ever.
I know I’ve said it before – but derby rocks!
At the end, when I was gearing down, a single dime fell out of my bag. Mark was there, watching me. Cheering me on.
It would have been nice for my family to be there, but they’ll be at the home bouts.
Today, I’m sore. The cold has come back with a vengance. I have make-up smeared on my face because I was too tired when I got home to take it off. I have my derby number on my arm in permanent ink. My shoulders and my hips hurt.
And I can’t wait to do it again.
This picture is from the November sk8fest bout – I will post a picture of last night when I get one 🙂