It began with what I like to call "two fistin' Friday" (two beers, guys...and they were called "October Surprise"...I think the surprise was that there were two of them?). Nashville is full of great imbibing locales and Village Pub in East Nash is my favorite for work-week detox and weekend commencement. Let me tell you...I had a rough week of sitting...oh boy was it rough. (wah, waaaaahhh.)
The evening was shared with a non-derbed friend of mine. You know, I didn't really understand it when derby articles and books I had been reading discussed the difficulties of maintaining non-derby relationships. Now I see what the big deal is...it's kind of hard! I'm quite loyal to my close few, but now I also have this big tight-knit group of crazy-ass women who are all virtually manacled together by the fact that, One: we play a sport that is considered unusual, Two: we have to work so hard physically and mentally to play this sport as it's meant to be played--shared pain and victory, and Three: for newbies like myself, we are bound in a vulnerable state of seeming imbecility (read: propensity to make fools of ourselves as we're learning, while trying to pretend that embarrassment doesn't phase us). It really is difficult to describe this to people who are not involved. I suppose, part of maintaining my non-derby friendships is attempting to educate them on the intensity of this life experience. Or in the case of my Friday drinking buddy, not bring it up at all and let her do all the talking...one of her specialties. Which seemed to work too.
Saturday morning I continued on my "Crippled Leg Muscle Maintenance" quest. I've finally added a bit of cardio by way of boxing, while kneeling, with light hand weights. It at least gets my heart rate going a bit higher...and it does wonders for my abs! Another favorite challenge is "rotating planks" (still on my knees). I do timed intervals rotating without rest from standard plank position, to right side, back to standard, to left side and back for 15 seconds each for up to 2 minutes, then a rest. My muscles seem to be consistently in that sweet state of constructive pain, so it must be working a little bit?
Saturday night was legendary... First of all, let me show you my dear Honey Punches (unofficially named, since it's already taken, but it fits her so well!) in her freaking adorable Mad Hatter costume:
She, along with my brother who was in town from Indiana, were my dates to the "Music City Massacre and Halloween Brawl". This was my brother's first taste of derby, and I'm happy to say, he was thoroughly impressed that his sister would be apart of it very soon. AND, he has already given me permission to teach his unborn daughter (due in January) to be a derby badass. I'm thinking I'll put her in skates at age 3 when she's still low to the ground and her bones are semi-pliable.
The most thrilling part of the event, was that this was Ann T. Histamine's first Nashville bout (she's a transfer from Wichita, KS) and Curse Practitioner's first official bout EVER! It was intra-league (Angels vs. Demons) and each team held an equal smattering of A, B, and C team members. Curse and Ann T were pitted against each other and they were both phenomenal! Had I not been filming, I would have lost my shit screaming...I was so proud of both of them. Here's a shaky, yet entertaining clip of Ann T (in red, white skates and knee pads) and A-team skater Lady Fury (red leg warmers) giving Curse (white jammer) some hell:
Curse was utilized as jammer several times throughout the bout and proved to be one crazy badass. In one fortuitous jam, a quick change in line-up moved her from blocker to jammer and she killed it, completely untouched at one point. In an unusual, though crucial move, teammate and A-team jammer extraordinaire Ramb0 Samb0 seems to shove Curse out of play, but upon closer examination, she saved her from a track-cut major and Curse was able to continue on with her furious accumulation of 17 points. See below why I am now a bit starstruck by my 'ol pal. I'm afraid fondue and zombie movie nights will never be the same:
Curse's post-bout high was rather adorable...I'm pretty sure she has yet to remove/wash her uniform top or scrub the numbers off her arms (she's probably wearing it to work as I type this and her patients are wondering where that not so pleasant scent is coming from). We took her downtown for some celebratory BBQ (Shout out to Jack's BBQ on Broadway...it's unbelievable!), because that's what you do in Nashville. I admit, I felt like I was hanging with a celebrity. I wanted to shout at all of those lame tourists on Broadway, "Don't you know who this is?!?!?!" At any rate, I was just elated to witness her victory...and I'm very excited to have an almost A-team skater available to help train me when I'm back to skating.
Continuing on... Since derby wasn't enough contact sport for the weekend, through a sweet little hook-up at my disposal, I snagged my brother and I a little adventure to LP field for the Titans/Colts game. It looked like this:
I honestly don't understand football...and really, it's soooooo slooooowwww!! Oh man, and don't even get me started on the cheerleaders...threw up in my mouth a little watching them. However, it was a beautiful day for some dudes in tight pants to tackle each other...and my bro was impressed with me. Score!
Weekend = Success.
Leg = Meh.
Curse & Ann T = Badass
BBQ = OMG