I kind of dogged myself when I said in my last entry that I’ve never been good at a sport. One of my good friends from back in the SCA days (a.k.a. Society for Creative Anachronisms, a.k.a. nerds who dress up in medieval garb and swing weapons at each other) reminded me that I was, in fact, pretty good at fencing. That’s a sport. In fact, it’s an Olympic sport! I did foil, Spanish Florentine, and Elizabethan Rapier style sword-fighting, and yeah, I did get pretty good. Stick ‘em with the pointy end, as they say. Even came in second at the Baronial Champion’s Tournament one year. So I shouldn’t have said that I’ve never been good at any sport, because I have. I suppose the only difference between regular sports and sword-fighting is that you:
2. Adopt a persona,
3. Hang out on the fringes of society…
It all makes perfect sense now.
When I think of it that way, it’s no wonder that I’ve stuck with the roller derby thing. Shimmery stockings. Character building. Beautifully tattooed women with ‘tudes to match. It’s basically the SCA, minus the campouts; just replace the homemade Meade with Pabst Blue Ribbon, and add skates where there would otherwise be swashbuckler boots.
Yet, it continues to amaze me that I’m still in this – and apparently in it for the long haul. You see, I tend to corner the market on “fleeting interests”. I’ll notice something, try it out just to have a new adventure or two, and then I’m done with that flower and flitty-float away to the next one. So… WHAT am I still doing with skates on my feet?!
That’s a pretty easy question to answer; you know – friends, fun, adventure, fitness, challenge… I really don’t think I need to repeat my last several blog entries to get my point across. But I have to admit – I am actually pretty astounded with myself for sticking it out this long. It’s not all sparkly fishnets and jammer panties, of course; there’s plenty of hard work and frustration and insecurity involved. And if I hadn’t started skating on my own time in the parks and at the rec center, I might not have made it onto one of the teams. In fact, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have. I had a looong way to go when I started (remember the blog about how I damn near passed out and had to repeatedly roll over to the benches to wait out the rest of the drills?), and I still have an even longer way to go before I can get where I want to be. But now I’ve got my MVP pass to Rollercon, and the week after that the hubby and I are traveling to Portland for a WFTDA ref workshop – and all of that takes place in late July/August. So I guess we’re not planning on flitty-floating away from derby any time soon. (Or ever. Roller derby is everywhere! From Portland to Seattle we shall travel that week. Mo Quadzilla, prepare to meet one of your biggest fans!)
|Oh, Mo - you had me at "How to jump the inside line."|
|Yeah. I totally know those chicks in pink.|
So, to sum up my progress in a nutshell:
When I started back in early January:
|Are you lookin' at my bum? You are, aren't you? Bum-looker.|
It deserves repeating: Thank GOD for roller derby.