Sunday, July 16, 2006 Golden age
This time last year, I was writing every day. Can you imagine? I can't. I can only remember, and that doesn't always make sense.
I know I was convinced that no one in roller derby would ever like me or be my friend, but I was really excited, because I felt like I was getting good so fast. I was, too, but everyone else (just about) who stuck with it got good, too. Now I have a lot of derby friends, but I'm not the relative hotshot I once was.
Don't get me wrong: I am still good. I feel like I have to try harder than ever, though. New girls keep crawling out of the woodwork and being amazing skaters--but they are shocked and their feelings are hurt when they fall (not all of them, but that's the feeling I get with a few)--and I know that my place on the team is not guaranteed after January if I can't keep my skills up.
I'm working on it. I go to every single practice. The first one I missed since Tracy's car broke down on the way to one in March or something was a special Saturday practice that fell during my trip to see my family drive each other insane in the prescence of my sister's new baby.
I go to a gym now, too, and I do things there that don't make any kind of sense, just trying to get my endurance up. Evidently, this is called "cardio". Stupid made-up Harry Potter word. "Cardio." Whatever. Sometimes, I pump iron, too, but I'm mainly trying to get fast. That's what I want. posted by Frenz | 7/16/2006 03:32:00 PM
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