I started with Roller Derby back in 2010, and dabbled a bit prior to that as well. I’ll never forget the feeling I had the first time I attended a practice, it was as if I had found my true calling in life. Going in circles on the smooth pavement of a Brooklyn playground, with increasing speed and confidence, I felt so powerful. My legs cramping because we were told to “SKATE LOW” constantly, and were forced into a squat position while taking corners and doing crossovers for the first time. Center of gravity, and all. It made sense, but it fucking HURT. My thighs would burn, on FIRE, but I’d keep going because the wind in my hair felt so damn good! At the end of practice, I’d be pouring sweat and wanting to die, but I loved every second of it.
Derby/skating is my chemotherapy for psychological tumors. I went a very long time without strapping wheels to my tiny feet, and I missed the shit out of it. It’s almost Spring again, which means the derby circuit is coming alive again. My favorite time of year!
I’ll be skating a lot next week, and besides a slight knee injury, I’m more than ready! I get so addicted to things, people, food, that comes with having an addictive personality, but derby is not a bad thing to be addicted to. Especially, for a girl with a temper, attitude and personality like mine. I need an outlet for my aggression and rage, and I found that outlet in this sport.
So, here I go again… Back on wheels and spirits high!
Down 25 lbs, 5 more to go!
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