Most things in my life I'm just sort of good at- I've never really had to try hard at school, I'm marginally musically inclined, I pick things up quickly. But roller derby is a humbling experience. I'm not really the worst girl out there, but I'm no where near the best. However I feel the drive to work harder, to push myself and to get better.
Now that I have my full gear, it's so much easier to push myself and last night something inside of me just clicked. I was racing around the circular track during drills, passing girls who have been doing this for longer than I have. My cross overs were smooth and well timed. During a drill called "Human Slalom" I was giving and taking some pretty hard hits. I realized what athletes mean when they say they're in "The Zone".
By the time we got to the last drill of the night, time trials, I was feeling pretty bad-ass if I do say so myself. During my first trial I completed the 2 laps in 0:22:59...the fastest was 19 something and the slowest was 27 seconds, so I was feeling good. But then came my second attempt...
Half way through my brain, my ego, something, kicked in. "Oh yeah I'm going to do this better than anyone else. Psshhh 22 seconds? I can shave like 2 off that no problem. Look at me!...blah blah blah, etc..."
Next thing I know, my right skate flies out from under me and I am desperately trying to get back in control of my legs. I barely flounder over the finish line (coming in at 24 something) before completely losing it and falling flat on my butt in front of both the newbie coach and the head coach.
Gasps of "Oh no!" and "Are you okay?" followed by hands extended to try and pick me up, but noooooo! My ego just won't let me accept help and I spring (painfully) up and sprint skate off the rink.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Haha! Totally meant to do that!" as the pain sears through my rear end. Hmm I really hope I'm not bleeding.
I limped my way to coffee with Mary at the Mudhouse and after I got home, I spent the rest of the evening icing down my back side.
The pain keeps me in the moment, reminds me I'm alive, but more than anything the pain is a reminder that I need to approach my life with humility and presence and breath...and ice packs.
Life is good.
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3 comments:
roller derby?
what the hell
ha, I'm such an idiot when I get competitive about sports. I admire your new badass hobby, and worry about those that will have to face your badass in the future!
Dear Lndz,
I'll trade you: letter writing format for sweet organic/glass earrings. I will probably get this done this week. A few (more) dumb questions for you. Should I take the earrings I want with me when I go? What gauge should I start and how often will they stretch me until I get to my desired size? What "service" do I ask for? Should I just walk in and say "hey, will you put a huge whole in my lobe?" or is that not appropriate?
Thanksssssss,
Kayla
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