scheduling
May. 31st, 2011 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Last night was another team practice, and about 20 minutes into it I started melting down. After so many days in a row of skating and general body abuse, the skin started tearing off my foot and ankle, the accumulated bruises swelled unbearably, the muscles began to fail to respond, and I utterly, utterly lost my sense of humor or any interest whatsoever in rollerskating or the rules of derby. A teammate lined up beside me and asked me what our strategy was for this jam and I said, "I don't fucking know, skate in circles? Let's fucking try that." Which wasn't called for, but fortunately she thought it was funny.
"Let's try hitting them," she suggested. "That works sometimes."
During cool-downs I fell over backwards totally unprompted (I was trying to limp to reduce the amount of skin getting ripped off my outside foot, which threw my stride off and made me unbalanced), landing hard on my wrist and buttcheek, and promptly burst into tears.
It didn't help that my team captain blew off this "mandatory" practice for which we couldn't get an attendance point, to go fishing. At least three of us there had roused ourselves from bed to come down-- it was 9:30-11pm, and there's no a/c in the rink, so after the day's skating sessions, including the other team just before us, it was like the inside of somebody's mouth in that rink. Hot, nasty, wet, a bit stinky, and thoroughly unpleasant. Another teammate dubbed it "Bikram derby".
So I skated the rest of cooldown weeping like an over-tired toddler, which was just inspirational and wonderful. Then, as expected, I couldn't sleep when I got home-- it takes me several hours to decompress after a practice. 10:30's bad enough, but 11 was just brutal. I didn't get to bed until 1:30. Ughhh.
This morning Z was consoling me a little-- "Saturday's the last day, then derby's over for the season. What are you gonna do with yourself after that?"
"Tear down the art show. Then, the wedding," I said. Friends are getting married the last weekend in June. "Then Pennsic." I need to make clothing, tent components, a new bed, and a whole bunch of new storage things for Pennsic, which is the last weekend in July. "Then, derby starts again."
I stood up from the couch and went to get dressed for the day. "Well," Z said, "I guess it was good knowing you. I'm glad we had this time together."
Yeah. I used to be a hermit with hardly anything going on in my life. What the heck happened to that? I used to not ever leave the house. It was kind of great. I don't know.
"Let's try hitting them," she suggested. "That works sometimes."
During cool-downs I fell over backwards totally unprompted (I was trying to limp to reduce the amount of skin getting ripped off my outside foot, which threw my stride off and made me unbalanced), landing hard on my wrist and buttcheek, and promptly burst into tears.
It didn't help that my team captain blew off this "mandatory" practice for which we couldn't get an attendance point, to go fishing. At least three of us there had roused ourselves from bed to come down-- it was 9:30-11pm, and there's no a/c in the rink, so after the day's skating sessions, including the other team just before us, it was like the inside of somebody's mouth in that rink. Hot, nasty, wet, a bit stinky, and thoroughly unpleasant. Another teammate dubbed it "Bikram derby".
So I skated the rest of cooldown weeping like an over-tired toddler, which was just inspirational and wonderful. Then, as expected, I couldn't sleep when I got home-- it takes me several hours to decompress after a practice. 10:30's bad enough, but 11 was just brutal. I didn't get to bed until 1:30. Ughhh.
This morning Z was consoling me a little-- "Saturday's the last day, then derby's over for the season. What are you gonna do with yourself after that?"
"Tear down the art show. Then, the wedding," I said. Friends are getting married the last weekend in June. "Then Pennsic." I need to make clothing, tent components, a new bed, and a whole bunch of new storage things for Pennsic, which is the last weekend in July. "Then, derby starts again."
I stood up from the couch and went to get dressed for the day. "Well," Z said, "I guess it was good knowing you. I'm glad we had this time together."
Yeah. I used to be a hermit with hardly anything going on in my life. What the heck happened to that? I used to not ever leave the house. It was kind of great. I don't know.
