Tuesday, September 27, 2005 Derby death
Tonight at practice, right at the end, a girl went down and started crying and grimacing. The camera crew swooped in, of course. It turns out she didn't break her ankle, or I don't think she did. Hurt herself some other way. My derby buddy said the main reason she was freaking out was because people were trying to call the ambulance, and she didn't have insurance, and it's like, damn, damn, damn.
Mine starts October first. A little man called me up at work the other day and assigned me a doctor, which is really the best thing that could've happened, because I have no idea how real people do things like that.
I was thinking tonight, as I sat in the tub and hoped that my muscles wouldn't lock up (too late), about how I haven't gotten more than slightly hurt so far. At first I thought it was weird, because I fall all the time, I run into people, and I generally skate as though I were a horse. I realized, though, that only jocks get hurt. I rode horses once a week from the time I was five until the time I was fourteen, and the worst that ever happened was that I got the wind knocked out of me. Meanwhile, you could tell the real serious riders, because they were walking around on canes. "What happened to you, Kasey?" "Oh, a horse fell on me." (This is what people will say about collisions with me, also.)
Tonight's practice was purposely brutal. Honey, the girl from the Philly team who came down to coach us, focused on endurance, and we endured and endured. My skates came today, by the way, and I'm so pleased, but disappointed, too, because the blurb on Lowpriceskates.com that repeatedly assured me that my skates were "Awesome!!!" didn't mention that they came without toe stoppers. We don't stop on the stoppers. We either plow or t-stop, but the stoppers are handy for when you need to get up off the ground. If we use our hands to get up, we have to do push-ups, because the alpha rollergirls really worry that we'll get our fingers broken by four-to-eight wheels of terror if we just leave our hands lying around the rink. unfortunately, without toe stops and hands, one has to rise by magic and willpower.
I did it. I'm here, ain't I? posted by Frenz | 9/27/2005 12:06:00 AM
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