I love derby. Have I mentioned how much I love derby?
Yeah, I haven’t been going to derby, despite my assertations that I WANTED to go to derby.
There was always a reason.
There was always an excuse.
And some of them were GOOD.
Tonight though? Liz picked me up. I promised her I would go. I told her to come pick me up. I need derby.
She picked me up.
We went to derby.
The “warm up” (and I use that term loosely) just about killed me. And then we skated.
I am not my weight. I know I am not my weight. But when I add 30lbs to my body, I feel it. I hurt. I can’t skate as far as fast or as well.
And I struggled tonight. But I did it. I pushed myself. And I will continue to go, to push myself, to drop the 30lbs I gained and get to where I want to be.
But derby kicked my ass tonight. And I loved every minute.
Even when I was complaining.
Even when Liz *snickered* at me and said “perhaps you should come more often….”