Almost exactly a year ago, I went to a roller derby bootcamp. This was the one step required before trying out for the fresh meat program.
I had skated exactly once (the day before) since middle school. I had no business being there, but I went. And, it was exactly what I’d hoped. It was scary. It was intimidating. It hurt. But, I did it.
A few weeks later (after countless open skates) I tried out and made the fresh meat program. Yeah, okay everyone made fresh meat, but you had to show up! And I did!
And that’s all I planned to do. Show up until they asked me not to or it stopped being fun.
The last year of roller derby has been…. trying.
I’ve had the highest highs and the lowest lows. From bouncing off the walls because I was so excited for practice to crying on the drive home and vowing to never return.
Tomorrow is our first practice of 2016. League practice, which will be a run through of what to expect at tryouts and team practice, for the team I still don’t really feel a part of.
Then on Tuesday, travel team tryouts.
The grand prize.
My expectations are modest, at best. I’m hoping to be an alternate on the B team. Because, let’s be honest, that seems like a bit of a stretch.
(Last year, everyone who didn’t make the A team was given a spot on the B team. This sport/league is all about being inclusive, which I am more than happy to play along with. But the inclusive spirit is only to a point. That A travel team is not fucking around. Those women are serious and they are tough).
I still can’t turn around toe stop (one of the most used moves in roller derby). I still stand up too high when skating. I’m afraid of getting hit. I can’t get the timing right for hitting. I barely understand the rules. But I am constantly assured that this is okay. Derby is a complicated sport and I’ve been learning for less than a year.
Ugh. I’ll write about how it goes. Don’t expect sunshine and rainbows. Expect thunderstorms and small rainbows off in the distance. Maybe. The rainbows are a maybe.
Real talk: I’d feel so much better if I hadn’t decided to quit and then talk myself out of it during our winter break. As a result of this I haven’t skated since the Monday before Thanksgiving.
Yeah. 7 weeks. Fuck.
This is gonna hurt.