I have been at derby practice 3 x since hitting my head.
First time, I got a splitting headache and left early.
Second time, I was shaky and unsteady on my feet.
Tonight, the third time, I felt like I rocked it. I was comfortable on my feet, I could keep up and I felt strong.
I had spent most of my day in tears. I had spent half hour snuggled up to my man crying just before dinner. I could barely keep myself together to go to derby.
I went anyhow.
And I’m riding on a derby high.
OMG I love roller derby. I fucking love this sport. I fucking love how I feel when I play – especially scrimmaging and bouting. (THANKS SUGAR RAI!!!)
I love watching people try new things.
I love working on a skill that I haven’t yet mastered.
I love mastering that skill.
I love how I feel after.
I so needed the mental reset.
I so needed derby.
Someone said tonight that roller derby is like therapy. It is in a way. It’s a comraderie of women whom I wouldn’t have gotten to know otherwise who support and love each other.
And the endorphin high is incredible.