doin' a little dance
Apr. 13th, 2008 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7After yesterday's workout and then today's practice and then I have another practice in an hour and a half (and dinner's still cooking, oog I won't get to really digest... but I'm not a puker, so I'll probably make out OK if mildly uncomfortable), I am very sore. Added in the fact that I am having menstrual cramps-- manageable ones, but we're on Day 2, so they haven't eased up enough to be not noticeable-- and I'm in a pretty achy-sore kinda state.
But, it's all muscles, and no joints. So that's nice.
Listen to me. Two years ago would I ever have thought I'd be the kind of person who is grateful for muscle pain? I never even used to distinguish between different types of pain.
Actually two years ago on Thursday was our roller derby league's founding date. April 10th. Maybe next year we'll get it together enough to have a party or something. I think we should leave Halloween and Xmas be, and have our parties on dates that are significant to *us*. I for one think February 10th should be a national holiday. (Our first bout.)
I was told yesterday that I should watch what I ate-- but not in a losing weight kinda way, in an avoiding-hormones kinda way, because too much soy or dairy would make my boobs grow more. I should look into whether that's true, but I half-suspect it can't be; otherwise, why are any women small-breasted yet unhappy with it? If it's as easy as just swigging down 8 ounces of whole milk a day (which is probably my average), then none of the girls who poke wistfully at my boobs (this happens approximately daily as well, but it's what I get for not discouraging a very touchy-feely roller derby team) have any right to still be unfulfilled in their AA-cup-ness. (Truth be told, most of them seem about as happy to be AAs as I am to be an H-- I sort of wish I were a *tiny* bit smaller, but not significantly.)
What it boils down to is that there are certain physical characteristics people are happy to envy. If the Boobs Fairy actually appeared, who knows what would really happen?
I am the happiest with my body I've ever been, having finally gained those last five pounds to put me into My Heaviest Ever title slot. I've been a size 16 before, when I was at my most inactive, but I weighed less. I was just "fluffier", I think. At the moment I'm a little smaller than I was then, but much denser. And I really like that. I have always inclined toward the muscular-- at least, in my legs-- and that's a characteristic I've enjoyed. It is quite nice to be in pretty good physical shape. I know Mia took it easy on us yesterday in that class, but it was nice to not be absolutely exhausted halfway through. I know I'm still recovering from the loss of condition caused by staying in bed with the flu, but I realized yesterday, and today, that I'm doing better than I think-- I just get all twisted up during warm-ups, but once I've stretched I can last the rest of practice and not have to sit out. I just have to get over the initial painful parts.
Mm, have just eaten a dinner of grilled scallops and garlic mashed potatoes. Mm. Still crampy and sore, but happy.
Last night was really entertaining. I went to see a local amateur pro-wrestling show perform, which was highly entertaining. Then I went to a teammate's 35th birthday party. I showed up late, but as I was walking the half a block to her house, a car came by and the window rolled down, and another teammate yelled, "How much?"
It was a new car, so I helped her parallel park it in a tight spot (she wasn't used to its size yet so I let her know if she was running out of room or not), and then three of them piled out of it. As we were walking up to the porch, another teammate was there, having just arrived but finishing her cigarette before going in. So we descended upon this party as a veritable invasion, to the delight of its hostess at least, though I don't know about the other guests. (We restrained our profanity for about ten seconds, and restrained our nudity for perhaps half an hour.)
We collected at one particular spot, sitting and standing in a grouping. One girl, with a full skirt, was standing near a floor lamp. Suddenly the lamp went out. She stepped away from it in some surprise, and it turned back on. She waved her hand under it. It turned off. She did it again. It turned back on. "Oh," we concluded, "it's a touch lamp. Weird!" Her skirt must have set it off. So we kept poking at it, only to be confounded when sometimes it cooperated, and sometimes it didn't. She moved away, but gestured at it; it turned off. She sat down, and we resumed our conversation. After a moment, it turned back on. We all turned in surprise and stared at it. One of the girls gestured wildly at it from across the room. It turned back off.
Finally laughter from across the room gave the game away: our teammate's roommate had a remote control for the lamp and had been screwing with us the whole time.
"I have a Master's degree," lamented the girl with the skirt.
"So do I," said the girl who had been turning it on by gesturing across the room.
I feel a bit better about not going to grad school.
But, it's all muscles, and no joints. So that's nice.
Listen to me. Two years ago would I ever have thought I'd be the kind of person who is grateful for muscle pain? I never even used to distinguish between different types of pain.
Actually two years ago on Thursday was our roller derby league's founding date. April 10th. Maybe next year we'll get it together enough to have a party or something. I think we should leave Halloween and Xmas be, and have our parties on dates that are significant to *us*. I for one think February 10th should be a national holiday. (Our first bout.)
I was told yesterday that I should watch what I ate-- but not in a losing weight kinda way, in an avoiding-hormones kinda way, because too much soy or dairy would make my boobs grow more. I should look into whether that's true, but I half-suspect it can't be; otherwise, why are any women small-breasted yet unhappy with it? If it's as easy as just swigging down 8 ounces of whole milk a day (which is probably my average), then none of the girls who poke wistfully at my boobs (this happens approximately daily as well, but it's what I get for not discouraging a very touchy-feely roller derby team) have any right to still be unfulfilled in their AA-cup-ness. (Truth be told, most of them seem about as happy to be AAs as I am to be an H-- I sort of wish I were a *tiny* bit smaller, but not significantly.)
What it boils down to is that there are certain physical characteristics people are happy to envy. If the Boobs Fairy actually appeared, who knows what would really happen?
I am the happiest with my body I've ever been, having finally gained those last five pounds to put me into My Heaviest Ever title slot. I've been a size 16 before, when I was at my most inactive, but I weighed less. I was just "fluffier", I think. At the moment I'm a little smaller than I was then, but much denser. And I really like that. I have always inclined toward the muscular-- at least, in my legs-- and that's a characteristic I've enjoyed. It is quite nice to be in pretty good physical shape. I know Mia took it easy on us yesterday in that class, but it was nice to not be absolutely exhausted halfway through. I know I'm still recovering from the loss of condition caused by staying in bed with the flu, but I realized yesterday, and today, that I'm doing better than I think-- I just get all twisted up during warm-ups, but once I've stretched I can last the rest of practice and not have to sit out. I just have to get over the initial painful parts.
Mm, have just eaten a dinner of grilled scallops and garlic mashed potatoes. Mm. Still crampy and sore, but happy.
Last night was really entertaining. I went to see a local amateur pro-wrestling show perform, which was highly entertaining. Then I went to a teammate's 35th birthday party. I showed up late, but as I was walking the half a block to her house, a car came by and the window rolled down, and another teammate yelled, "How much?"
It was a new car, so I helped her parallel park it in a tight spot (she wasn't used to its size yet so I let her know if she was running out of room or not), and then three of them piled out of it. As we were walking up to the porch, another teammate was there, having just arrived but finishing her cigarette before going in. So we descended upon this party as a veritable invasion, to the delight of its hostess at least, though I don't know about the other guests. (We restrained our profanity for about ten seconds, and restrained our nudity for perhaps half an hour.)
We collected at one particular spot, sitting and standing in a grouping. One girl, with a full skirt, was standing near a floor lamp. Suddenly the lamp went out. She stepped away from it in some surprise, and it turned back on. She waved her hand under it. It turned off. She did it again. It turned back on. "Oh," we concluded, "it's a touch lamp. Weird!" Her skirt must have set it off. So we kept poking at it, only to be confounded when sometimes it cooperated, and sometimes it didn't. She moved away, but gestured at it; it turned off. She sat down, and we resumed our conversation. After a moment, it turned back on. We all turned in surprise and stared at it. One of the girls gestured wildly at it from across the room. It turned back off.
Finally laughter from across the room gave the game away: our teammate's roommate had a remote control for the lamp and had been screwing with us the whole time.
"I have a Master's degree," lamented the girl with the skirt.
"So do I," said the girl who had been turning it on by gesturing across the room.
I feel a bit better about not going to grad school.
