From the helmet of: Tesla
So, this last friday I had a group lesson with Smarty Pants, and I was all excited (who wouldn't be peeing themselves in glee, right?!). I was going straight there after work, so in the morning I gathered all my gear, packed it on my back, and headed out the door. Halfway through that door I realized I'd forgotten a whole bag of iamrollerderby shirts upstairs. Damn. It's ok, though, I thought, I'll just run up and grab them, my gear isn't THAT heavy. On about the 6th step someone placed a hot knife in the top of my right thigh. That doesn't feel awesome, I thought, but I kept running up those damn stairs. On the way down the stairs my thigh continued to feel not awesome. What did I doooo??! The morning of a Smarty lesson day?! WHY DID I DO THAT?
I rested it all day at work, kept it tightly wrapped, and then skated on it that night. I did fine, and my leg felt so-so. Most importantly, the Smarty lesson was awesome. Two days later at practice I was feeling glimmers of that hot knife again, but I was determined to ignore it. I made it an hour and forty five minutes through practice. Like a freaking PROFESSIONAL. Then, mid-jam, I knew something was going to explode, and sure enough my leg was again searing with white-hot stabby pain. I coasted on one leg to the ground and quickly began to de-pad, lest that damn jammer panty get passed anywhere near me (nope nope nope). My brain was having a fit watching my girls skate. I wanted to skate, too! But.. the knife in my leg..
Why is it so hard to accept that we shouldn't skate when we're hurt? Because we just WANT to skate that bad? Because we paid too much money to miss a practice? Because we're just macho mamas? Maybe it's because we don't want to look like pansies sitting out of drills and jams. I don't know what it is, but it's super dumb. Two days of contact drilling and scrimmaging on that leg, that was super idiotic. And going to practice tonight, two days later, was maybe not the brightest thing I've ever done either. One stupid knee-tap and I'm now in more pain than I was that first day, and I'm probably looking at an even longer recovery time, but I just don't care. And I should. I need this body, man.
Derby is a sickness, yo. And the only cure is more derby.
Speaking of stuff that is sucky, my Arius plates tried to MURDER me this week. I'll explain. We were (thank goodness) skating slowly in a pack, about to go into a drill, when my left skate felt kinda floppy and weird. I looked down to see the side of my front wheel. Like, the side of it.. THE SIDE THAT SHOULD NOT BE FACING UP STARING AT ME. What the deuce? I plopped down on my luscious derby butt and grabbed my skate. I was missing a pin! Arius plates don't have kingpins and normal truck/axel set ups, they have butterfly cushions as a pivot point for each set of axels. There is a bolt that holds that assembly together, and one of mine was gone. For a moment I was panicky and upset, but then Memphis skated over with my pin in her hand and a slightly confused look on her face. THANK YOU, DERBY GODS! Memphis rocks.
As I was hastily fixing my skate, Donna 'Pologize ran over and told me her Arius plates had lost a pin, too! At the skating rink! IN THE DARK! Holy hell. Why, Arius? You trying to kill someone? I'll be checking my stupid pins before I skate each time now, and if you have Arius plates I suggest you start doing the same. Damn sneaky ninja pin.
The moral of tonight's story is this: Rest if you're hurt, and check your Arius pins to make sure they're not loose. My motto of "rest is for the weak/I'LL REST WHEN I'M DEAD" is just egotistical and moronic. I'm not gonna say I didn't have a blast at practice tonight, because I did, but I shouldn't have done that knee-tap of death. I shouldn't have offered to be the jammer in drills. I shouldn't have blah blah blah. Derby.
Tesla and Gravy
Just two rollergirls trying to share the rollerlove from Austin, TX to the world.