Some of you indicated that the quality of this blog (and all wedding-related blogs, really) would be vastly improved by an increase in the number of photos of butt-bruises. And thus, I bring you the infamous bruise that I got while, ahem, playing roller derby. By which I mean, the bruise I got while skating in a circle and then falling down.
I should add that this beauty is actually much prettier now than it was when Turtle took this picture five days ago. Not sure how many of you get regular bruises, but they change colors and look really nice 1-2 weeks later. What I’m trying to say is that roller derby is a very educational sport.
Speaking of roller derby, tryouts were on Sunday, and we’re supposed to hear about the first round of cuts today. The whole thing is a complicated process that I will try to explain while not boring all of you who have no interest in standing on eight wheels and hitting people. If you’re interested in how the game works, check out this video:
Anyway, late last week the Top Secret Tryout Location was revealed in an exclusive email, and on Sunday about 70 potential freshmeat showed up for tryouts. We were numbered, photographed, and warmed up by skating for a few minutes before being divided into four groups. During the official warmup, we had to do things like balance on one foot at different times, skate *very* low, and go through series of squats and coasting. After that, we spent time at four different stations: interviews, stopping (where we demonstrated three different stops), learning a new skill, and backward-to-frontward transitions. After that there was a surprise (uh, yay?) Hell Skate, which was ten solid of minutes of solid skating – not sprinting, exactly, but fast, good form, and did I mention ten solid minutes? Um, I’m a bit out of shape.
Anyway, blah blah blah that was all the technical stuff I had to say, and here is the non-technical stuff:
It was kind of awesome, and completely inspiring. I only really met the people in my group, but I got to skate with everyone during the warm-up and hell skate, and there was an awesome variety of people there. Clearly a huge age range, some ethnic diversity, and definitely a wide range of skill; the thing that seemed to stand out for everyone, though, was how hard they were trying, how hard they were pushing, and how excited everyone was to be there. I came home sore and excited, and also pretty stinky.
In the car on the ride home, I got to spend some serious quality time with a friend of mine I talked into trying out (Hi E!), and this is a huge part of the roller derby thing, too. You guys, you do get to hit people, and that was a huge part of this whole thing when I worked at the rape crisis center; I had a lot of anger I needed to get out, and derby was a safe place to hit people while getting a huge endorphin high. Since then, it has transitioned into something else: it’s still a place to find some great endorphins, but it’s also a place to meet amazing people and really make connections, whether they’re connections with my shoulder into their side or the connections we make in the car on the way there or on the way home.
We hear from the league today about the first round of cuts: keep your fingers crossed for me and for everyone else who’s ready to put their heart into this thing.
P.S. Please <a href=”mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org”>email me</a> any and all awesome derby name ideas. I once had two, but they’ve both been stolen from me; they were Rumble Pie (#3.14159) and Little Miss Roughit (#8 legs, and the inspiration for this blog), just to give you a sense of my style. Grammatical and literary-inspired names are more than welcome.
P.P.S. Someone came up to me at tryouts and asked if I wrote a blog because her friend reads it! Someone I don’t even know! You guys, I’m famous. Thanks, Friend of Roller Girl, for making me feel famous.