“Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.” ― Mark Twain
This is a quote that my mom uses on me every now and then when I become a whiny bitch about having to do something. She generally just shortens it to "Eat the frog, Kate", which is her nice little mom-way of telling me to "Suck it up, and do it!"
When frog eating, I suppose the most humane thing to do is to start with it's head...you don't want that thing all looking at you when you're annihilating it. This whole overly drawn out analogy pretty much epitomizes my re-entrance into the process of being a rollergirl. I'm afraid this is not necessarily one of those "I'm going down a tough road, but I can do it!!"-Nike-commercial-feel-good-story kind of posts. I'm not very good at bull-shitting and I always prefer someone being honest with me. So if you're going through the same thing, and looking for a little warm encouragement....ummm, sorry? (Except, I'm not sorry.) I'm very honestly hating this whole return process, but I'm going to do it even if I have to break every bone in my limbs and have them reinforced with steel plates to get there. Hmmm...now that I'm thinking about it, I kind of don't remember exactly why I'm putting myself through all of this? I'm still going to do it, still going to go through with everything because I'm a stubborn asshole, but today "...because I like roller derby", doesn't seem like much of a reason. I could use a few reminders if anyone wants to punch me in the face with them...there is a comment section below.
At any rate, the leg healing continues...and I have returned to the crazy "fun center" nestled deeply in the bowels of the Hillwood Strike n' Spare Bowling alley.
This, my friends, is Circus World.
This is what my return to skating has come to. A coated and buffed blue floor which is oddly slippery and sticky at the same time, and just to the left of the entrance to the floor, in the corner are bumper cars. Nothing says "Badass Rollergirl in Training" like Circus World. I have such a love/hate relationship with this place. I've definitely discussed it all before...even got myself into a little bit of trouble there. (You can read about it HERE.) But this is where I will be most Mondays, and some Thursdays until I can build up the strength to skate a full practice. The one thing I can love about it though, is that we can usually have the entire floor to ourselves for most of the night. Last night, we borrowed some bowling pins to set up a little weaving drill course. Go us! Yay for pro-activity! (pro-activeness? being proactive? whatever...)
Friday, my loud posse of obnoxious ladies and I, once again visited The Pharmacy Burger Parlor & Beer Garden (I really wanted to make certain that the last burger was as awesome as I had originally thought...it was). In a very odd sort of movie-esque moment, we caught a profound glimpse of our future just a table away: The original "Bawdy Burger-loving Broads".
I kind of love these ladies...perms, pearls, faux fur, moth-ball scented purfume, and all eating giant-ass burgers and drinking beer. Guys, we have to make it to this point...HAVE to.
Also this weekend...the Nashville Rollergirls had a pre-season bout. (Can someone please tell me what was up with the giant group of frat boys in the corner?) I forgot how much I loved going to bouts at the Fairgrounds (they're now at the Municipal Auditorium, for those who don't know.)--stanky burnt popcorn and paint smells and all. That building makes me feel like I'm in the movie Hoosiers...but I'm ever so mercifully not forced to watch basketball (*shudder*-childhood Saturday flashbacks). Anyway, here's a little series of photo highlights taken by the very talented Chris Wage (check out his Flickr page for more: http://www.flickr.com/photos/cwagederby/).
This is really, really NOT basketball. Thank you, lord.
L to R: Hippy-Ki-Yay, Dani Doom, Rambo Sambo, Rocco Sock'em, Electra Cal, & Bettie RamPage
Ann T Histamine (one of my most favorite people on the planet!)
Yes, I know there are others in this pic, but special shout-out to Tear O'Bite (white helmeted blocker) who is one of the kindest people I've met in derby...she helped me master some basic skills when I first started skating.