My derby bestie couldn’t make it tonight. I don’t know what it is about Thursday practice, but I tend to bail on it. So when she couldn’t make it tonight, I was… ambivalent. I don’t want to go. I want to go. I don’t. I do. I … went.
We did agility drills. A lot of them. I walked on my toe stops. Toe stops scare me. Last time I really did toe stop drills, I fell on my head and ended up with a concussion. So toe stops scare me.
And I walked on them. I pushed myself to walk on them. I pushed myself, ever so slightly, to bounce on them, just a little bit.
And we did a lot of edging drills. And I pushed myself to bounce. And spin. And shuffle. Just a tiny bit more than I have in the past. A bit more than before. I’ve been pushing myself more lately. Since I read this article. Just 1% more.
And I can feel the bit more I’m pushing changing me, changing my ability. It’s changing how I look at and feel about the drills that I used to mentally refuse (and sometimes physically refuse) to do.
I hurt, and I push myself to finish. I struggle, and the whistle blows and I take those 4 steps of double time while I sprint. And I do more, do it faster, do it harder. Because I can put out just 1% more energy, just 1% more effort, just 1% more oomph.
It. Fricken. Rocks.
Did I mention I love derby?