Right now I would love to tell you all about the roller derby boot camp hosted by my team this weekend. Talk on and on about how inspiring it was to attend this weekend of derby torture and see how many other beginners there are that are just as eager to learn as I. My urge is to tell you all about how eye opening it was to speak to the other women and find that some traveled from as far away as Chicago, Victoria BC, Arizona and California just to practice with the girls in my league*.*I play on the Oly Rollers league, but there are three teams within this league. A Fresh Meat team (for newbies like me), an intermediate team, and a travel team. The travel team hosted the event because they are crazy good, do shit like this, and won the title of National Champs last November. So yeah, just remember, ME, attending the camp, THEM teaching. Because they skate circles around me.
Just so we're clear.
There are all these things that were emotional, thought provoking, insightful and meaningful that happened this weekend as a result of my attendance, but I can't really form complex sentences I'm so tired. Turns out when you skate 11 or so hours worth of roller derby drills in TWO days you will be so broke down and exhausted at the end that not only will it be physically impossible to walk down your own stairs (no seriously, why is walking DOWN the stairs so painful?), you wont actually have any energy left to SPEAK.
Instead of a half ass attempt at conveying my feelings, why don't I just show you picture of a flower from my yard.
Trust me on that one kids.
Ashley, the Accidental Olympian