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Mar. 31st, 2008 11:55 amI had written half a post Saturday early morning but had to run out the door to the roller derby workout session of doom, and then I got home and had to shower and nap and get ready to go out, and then was out late (strip club for derby husband's birthday and then two different bars for teammate's birthday and why is everyone I know born in March? and why do I not own a set of six inch platforms with lucite soles? I mean besides the obvious) and then I had practice for 4 hours and then there was a board meeting and then I had to forage for dinner and then I had to collapse into bed at 8.
So here I am.
How did I survive when I had to be up at 6 and out at 7:30 on Mondays?
I just don't know.
I had resolved that I would not waste time fucking around this week. All last week was for fucking around, decompressing, and trying to get my mind into some sort of working order. It went well, although there was some minor breakdownage early in the week. This week, however, I must get serious.
I found out yesterday I am 100% definitely in the lineup for this weekend's bout, which means I have to get my shit together for that by Saturday. I found out today that some of the Albany girls are going to make it to watch this bout, which is also really exciting. And the board meeting this weekend was super-hopeful: we all agree on what issues we're facing and what steps we can take to work through them, so I have no doubt that this bout will go much smoother and it's only good times ahead. I mean, well, not immediately good, but better-- we have a lot of positive stuff we can do, at least. Not saying it well, but it's all hopeful, and that's good.
Practice yesterday was great too. I've been feeling so behind on everything, so scattered and incompetent and just not ready, but we had a good, hard, hopeful practice, with some really challenging drills and we all performed really well. I just left glowing; going out Saturday and just enjoying derby people's company was so refreshing, and reminded me why I stress out so much-- I don't care what "people" think but I really care what these people think because I like them so goddamn much. They're worth fretting over. They're worth worrying about. So it's a big deal because it's important. And then practice Sunday, enjoying the athletic prowess of my leaguemates and teammates, was nice. Especially because I was able to do all the drills, even the ones that involved hard falls. Falling has been a major problem for me since December, has given me so much pain I was afraid to do it. I had a hard fall on Thursday night, while jamming in a scrimmage, and while I was sore later, it didn't hurt that much at the time and I was able to get up and keep skating. OMG! OMG! Milestone.
Ditto Sunday. I can fall, I can get up, holy shit. Obviously my patellar tendons are just giving me shit because they're bitches. Really, they're fine.
Really, they're fine.
I just have to figure out how to get COBRA to extend my insurance. :/ I tidied the letter work sent me off the kitchen table, and now it is gone. It is not on the desk, where I swear to Jesus I put it. I can't find it. So I'm going to have to call BCBS and see what they say. :/
I also have to call and get a mouthguard from my teammate who is a dental hygeinist. I have put that off for way too long as well.
Anyway: yes, weekends are insane as ever, but I can enjoy them and not cry in the shower on Monday mornings, for once. So nice.
So here I am.
How did I survive when I had to be up at 6 and out at 7:30 on Mondays?
I just don't know.
I had resolved that I would not waste time fucking around this week. All last week was for fucking around, decompressing, and trying to get my mind into some sort of working order. It went well, although there was some minor breakdownage early in the week. This week, however, I must get serious.
I found out yesterday I am 100% definitely in the lineup for this weekend's bout, which means I have to get my shit together for that by Saturday. I found out today that some of the Albany girls are going to make it to watch this bout, which is also really exciting. And the board meeting this weekend was super-hopeful: we all agree on what issues we're facing and what steps we can take to work through them, so I have no doubt that this bout will go much smoother and it's only good times ahead. I mean, well, not immediately good, but better-- we have a lot of positive stuff we can do, at least. Not saying it well, but it's all hopeful, and that's good.
Practice yesterday was great too. I've been feeling so behind on everything, so scattered and incompetent and just not ready, but we had a good, hard, hopeful practice, with some really challenging drills and we all performed really well. I just left glowing; going out Saturday and just enjoying derby people's company was so refreshing, and reminded me why I stress out so much-- I don't care what "people" think but I really care what these people think because I like them so goddamn much. They're worth fretting over. They're worth worrying about. So it's a big deal because it's important. And then practice Sunday, enjoying the athletic prowess of my leaguemates and teammates, was nice. Especially because I was able to do all the drills, even the ones that involved hard falls. Falling has been a major problem for me since December, has given me so much pain I was afraid to do it. I had a hard fall on Thursday night, while jamming in a scrimmage, and while I was sore later, it didn't hurt that much at the time and I was able to get up and keep skating. OMG! OMG! Milestone.
Ditto Sunday. I can fall, I can get up, holy shit. Obviously my patellar tendons are just giving me shit because they're bitches. Really, they're fine.
Really, they're fine.
I just have to figure out how to get COBRA to extend my insurance. :/ I tidied the letter work sent me off the kitchen table, and now it is gone. It is not on the desk, where I swear to Jesus I put it. I can't find it. So I'm going to have to call BCBS and see what they say. :/
I also have to call and get a mouthguard from my teammate who is a dental hygeinist. I have put that off for way too long as well.
Anyway: yes, weekends are insane as ever, but I can enjoy them and not cry in the shower on Monday mornings, for once. So nice.
