About A Blocker…

Holy crap it’s been a month since my last post… So much has happened.

Played in a bout in Williams Lake a few weeks ago.  It was coached by Foxy  McMuff, who then came up and did a guest coaching session with us.

It was awesome.

One of the take-aways from her coaching was that as a team, we need to tighten up our blocking. That while the jammer does what she does, it’s the blockers who will win the game.  They hold the other jammer to make sure that ours can get through and gain points.

So fast forward to this weekend where we headed to Terrace to play against Kamloops and a mashup team.

The games were fun. But the best part of the weekend?

Sunday morning scrimmage. Co-ed scrimmaging.  With men.

Men play hard.  They play fast.  And some of the men playing were Team Canada caliber. They were GOOD.  They were AMAZING.  They bounced around and on their toe stops and hit hard and skated fast and…

And I was playing with them.

One of them, a Vancouver Murder player, was on the opposing team.  Mr. Testosterone.

Mr T
(not a Vancouver Murder shot, but gives you a good idea of his skill – he does this frequently)

Most of my teammates are in awe of him.  We watch him bounce around on the track in skates, on his toe stops, spinning around, and basically making it look easy to juke in and out.

It’s kinda hard to stop him from getting past us.  He can counter just about anything we do with spins and footwork so fast we can’t react as fast as we’d like.

So… I can’t say I’m not a jammer anymore. I jammed 5 or 6 times during the scrimmage. I tried to make sure I had a strong pivot to pass the panty to if I got recycled and too tired.

We got to the last jam. Me vs Mr. Testosterone.

The whistle is blown.

Mr. Testosterone is held momentarily.

I get past my blockers.  Look at the opposing team.  There’s this… lane open.  I jump through it, and skate past and even the opposing blocker who chases me doesn’t catch me.

Holy Fuck. What just happened?  Seriously what happened?

I got through the pack. First.  I GOT LEAD.  AGAINST MR. TESTOSTERONE!!

Yeah.  I’m stoked.  I skate hard around the track.  Watching my team.  Watching my blockers HOLD HIM until close to the 2nd corner.  I zip up to the pack, take a step past 2 blockers and call it.  Screaming to my jam ref “I’M CALLING IT!”

It’s nice, as a jammer, to get multitudes of points.

It’s strategic, however, to prevent the other team from scoring.

I managed to score a point.  Against Mr. T.  And keep him from scoring any.

I couldn’t have done it WITHOUT the amazing blocking by my team.  They fricken ROCKED it.

He is an amazing skater. I am not. I have seen the videos of myself. I don’t look graceful on my skates.

So I am in SHOCK over what I managed to accomplish.

And I have decided – I’m not going to say “I’m not a jammer anymore”

Because I am. I did. And while I may not have always been successful in what I wanted to do, I was successful in a number of ways that I was proud of today.

The thing is, I’m only what I think I am.

If I think I am a fat, ungraceful, slow skater… I am.

If I think I can do it, I can.

Today, I did it.  Several times. I did it despite my feelings that I wasn’t “good enough” to play in today’s scrimmage.  I did it despite being in awe of the level of derby I was playing with.  I did it when the pack sped up beyond my skating ability… and I fricken KEPT UP.

I did it even though I thought I couldn’t.  I just did it.

Which means I can. I can do it, I just have to get out there and do it.

There are things I want to improve at, as a blocker and a jammer.  One will be to learn the blocking/skating technique that Walker? Ash?  Showed me that I couldn’t wrap my head around. And for jamming, to learn to remember to get low and hit them hard.

I can do it.  I may not be at the level I want to be at, but I can get there.

I get in my own way, frequently. I talk myself out of things that in the end would have been amazing.  I almost talked myself out of scrimmaging today – I’m super freaking excited that I didn’t.

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This was a while ago… but this… this makes me so incredibly proud of myself.  That I do it, that I push myself while doing it.

And on the flip side of things… I jammed 5 or 6 times. I have NEVER in the past been able to push myself that much, and block after.  I used to say, “I’ll jam, but then I need to sit for 2 or 3 jams, or put me as last in the half.” Today, I took the panty. I jammed.  I sat a jam, and I got out there and blocked. I was DOING it!

This from the girl who, 5 years ago, couldn’t skate 5 minutes straight.

I amaze myself with what I can accomplish.

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About sunnyjane

On a journey of fitness, health and healing. One blog focuses primarily on health & fitness (sunnyjane.wordpress.com) and the other is about my path through widowhood (widowspath.wordpress.com) Life is a Journey. I'm learning to enjoy the ride.
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