My ankles hurt...
You wouldn't *think* that skating would kill your ankles but it really, really does. It's probably because speed skates, have no ankle support. Maybe that little tiny bit of ankle support in your average, garden variety mass market skate makes you bulky and overloaded...
Here's the skates I have btw:
I got the white ones. I originaly ordered the black ones, but upon returning to the site on "buy day", I put everything in the cart again, and ended up taking to wrong color out. :(
So my kick ass argyle knee socks don't match as well as they would've if they were black.
Oh well. The white shows blood better.And yes... there's already blood on them, but it's just from a hang nail getting caught in the laces, not an actual injury. Maybe I'll get some markers and graffiti them up. That would be fun!
Speaking of injuries, my pinkie still hurts. Just when I think I've finally healed up, I'll accidentally whack it on something, or I'll, you know, use it, and it'll ache like a mofo. Elbows are totally healed, and this pay period I'll be buying my knee and elbow pads.
Not too much longer until I'm hitting practices for reals yo! Tons of gals racing around in a circle, me, flailing and knocking everyone down, crashing into walls and catching on fire... it'll be awesome.
But I'm also super nervous. For some reason I'm just really nervous about people watching me do anything, no matter what it is, or how good or bad I am at it. I get really self conscious around people I don't know well. I know, so dumb, I'm a grown woman for Christ's sake! I could get into the deeper reasoning for it, but I don't really care to. It's something that I really want to get over, so I'm just gonna freaking get over it. I'm super excited about Derby, I know I'll love it and have so much fun. It's something I've wanted to do for a very long time. And in the end, all those reasons outweigh how nervous and self conscious I am. I really hope, that by getting over this issue I have, I'll show my girls that they can be happy with who they are, and do things they like and want to do, and not worry about what me, or anyone else thinks of it. That they can just be happy being themselves, instead of feeling like they have to apologize for who they are.
This post has become too serious. Let's talk about coffee.
I think I need to find an online coffee store thing like Republic of Tea, but for coffee. I don't want to be part of a monthly coffee club, I have been there and done that and it's a pain in the ass. I want to buy coffee from them when I feel like it, not when they feel like it. But I also want to try a bunch of different, fancy kinds of coffee. Where, oh where, can I do that without joining some stupid club and without having "scheduled deliveries"?
Slight tangent from coffee, I have decided to learn how to make rustic tarts. Especially with apples, since it's almost apple picking season, and we'll be going. Probably weekendly (that's not really a word, but I'm committed to it.), since my kids are hard core apple addicts. It's a good thing apples are legal or they'd be on street corners, whispering to passers by, "Pssssst, got any apples man? Golden Deliscious, Fuji, I ain't picky.... Macs are good, you got any Macs? Granny Smith? Come on man I need a fix!!!!"
Our neighbors have an apple tree and they're expecting it to be filled this year, they told us we could have as many as we want, and to just pop over and grab some. I told her she'd be my kids' hero, since they ador apples and eat them at every meal (no kidding, they really do).
Speaking of apples, I'm being summoned to chop up the midday gorge.
So my kick ass argyle knee socks don't match as well as they would've if they were black.
Oh well. The white shows blood better.And yes... there's already blood on them, but it's just from a hang nail getting caught in the laces, not an actual injury. Maybe I'll get some markers and graffiti them up. That would be fun!
Speaking of injuries, my pinkie still hurts. Just when I think I've finally healed up, I'll accidentally whack it on something, or I'll, you know, use it, and it'll ache like a mofo. Elbows are totally healed, and this pay period I'll be buying my knee and elbow pads.
Not too much longer until I'm hitting practices for reals yo! Tons of gals racing around in a circle, me, flailing and knocking everyone down, crashing into walls and catching on fire... it'll be awesome.
But I'm also super nervous. For some reason I'm just really nervous about people watching me do anything, no matter what it is, or how good or bad I am at it. I get really self conscious around people I don't know well. I know, so dumb, I'm a grown woman for Christ's sake! I could get into the deeper reasoning for it, but I don't really care to. It's something that I really want to get over, so I'm just gonna freaking get over it. I'm super excited about Derby, I know I'll love it and have so much fun. It's something I've wanted to do for a very long time. And in the end, all those reasons outweigh how nervous and self conscious I am. I really hope, that by getting over this issue I have, I'll show my girls that they can be happy with who they are, and do things they like and want to do, and not worry about what me, or anyone else thinks of it. That they can just be happy being themselves, instead of feeling like they have to apologize for who they are.
This post has become too serious. Let's talk about coffee.
I think I need to find an online coffee store thing like Republic of Tea, but for coffee. I don't want to be part of a monthly coffee club, I have been there and done that and it's a pain in the ass. I want to buy coffee from them when I feel like it, not when they feel like it. But I also want to try a bunch of different, fancy kinds of coffee. Where, oh where, can I do that without joining some stupid club and without having "scheduled deliveries"?
Slight tangent from coffee, I have decided to learn how to make rustic tarts. Especially with apples, since it's almost apple picking season, and we'll be going. Probably weekendly (that's not really a word, but I'm committed to it.), since my kids are hard core apple addicts. It's a good thing apples are legal or they'd be on street corners, whispering to passers by, "Pssssst, got any apples man? Golden Deliscious, Fuji, I ain't picky.... Macs are good, you got any Macs? Granny Smith? Come on man I need a fix!!!!"
Our neighbors have an apple tree and they're expecting it to be filled this year, they told us we could have as many as we want, and to just pop over and grab some. I told her she'd be my kids' hero, since they ador apples and eat them at every meal (no kidding, they really do).
Speaking of apples, I'm being summoned to chop up the midday gorge.
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My next skates are going to be white. I love 'em. Most girls have black, but whenever I see white flying, I covet.
Sorry I haven't been talking derby much - I'm hitting a yuck in my training. Let me begin by saying I am totally in love with derby, which is why I'm feeling so blah. As of two weeks ago, I am the last recruit standing. I seriously almost cried right on the rink when I found out. This sucks on so many levels, but most frustrating is that, from my perspective, the training has basically been scrapped and I've been thrown in with everyone else. It's been great in terms of getting me outside my comfort zone even faster and I'm right in there hitting and being hit, but I know the finer points are suffering hard and that pisses me off. I know I could / should be better than I am right now had the group not fizzled down to one - moi. My other dark side of derby currently is that, soon, I will be practicing on Sundays as well, putting me up to over 12 hours a week not including promotions, bouts, etc. I always knew this would happen, but now that I'm there, it's overwhelming. My league is now 7th in the nation - these girls eat, sleep, and breathe derby, which I love, but balancing that extreme level of commitment with a job, kids, and a husband who travels is starting to weigh on me hard. I've been practicing also with another league, who happens to be 50th in the nation, and it's a much more recreational feel. Of course I prefer the skill and prestige of the former, but maybe the latter would fit in my life better. Bah, I'm rambling because I don't have my own derby blog. I hope I didn't poop on your parade today. I needed to vent.
PS- Derby fucking rules.
I know I would be freaked out being the last one standing. You feel like you're conspicuous because you're the only newbie, and at the same time, left out because you only know the raw basics. I really get the feeling that Derby is one of those things where, the more you do it, the more you know.
Skill and prestige rock, but if you need more time being home, and less time on the track, the second league is the one to go with. You might be able to move back up to the other when the boys are in school and you have more time. In the end, you're doing Derby for you, and you have to figure out where you can fit your "you time" in without shorting everyone else. Which, as a mothers, is the story of our lives. :/
Feel free to vent anytime, I really only use my blog to vomit out the contents of my head, and sadly, the contents are usually boring. :p
PS: Fuck yeah it does!