I haven’t posted in a really long time, it seems. I apologize. 😦 There just hasn’t been that much to write about lately and pictures haven’t really been taken recently either. Slacker, I know.
Roller derby has really taken up all my time and my entire life, especially this weekend. We had the last bout of the season and the Yankee Brutals (the team I’m on) played against the Utica Clubbers, from New York. Let me start by saying that I absolutely love the Utica girls and that I played in my first bout ever with them. They were short a couple players, were playing in New Hampshire, and I went to help out and skate on really slippery concrete floors. I bruised my butt horribly and miraculously, in the shape of Africa. We lost that game but it was wonderful to share that milestone with them all. Everyone was super supportive and help to wrangle me and keep me where I needed to be for the most part. I will now finish by saying I wanted to beat the snot outta Utica for our bout! Not literally, of course, because there are rules against fighting. As a team, the Brutals have only played two other bouts, lost both, and were hungry for a win. We all got together on Friday night at Dee Nasty’s house for a potluck-pregame-team dinner, were loud and obnoxious, and ate waaaay more food than we probably should have. It was wonderful.
Saturday rolled around (no pun intended) and it was game day. I cleaned my wheels and my gear, got my “uniform” together and felt really ready to take on Utica. Apparently the rest of the Brutals felt the same because the first period was a back and forth of point grabbing and it was really close the whole 30 minutes! I think the first half ended at 51 to 50…? I try not to check the score while playing; it only makes me anxious. Half time came and went before I could even talk to everyone who came to see me play and then IT WAS ON! We slaughtered Utica! We were able to slow the pack (formation of blockers) down enough to really control the other team and allow our jammer to fly by everyone without any serious obstacles. It was marvelous and everyone kept a level head even when we made a couple blunders. The Yankee Brutals closed the CTRG season with their first win ever. 115-81 and boy did it feel good. We then continued the evening to rock out at the afterparty. I slept most of Sunday…just completely exhausted.
Sunday was another jam packed (again, no pun intended) day. John and I decided, after I woke from my coma-like state, to go for a hike since it was unseasonably warm. We went somewhere in Milford, but I can’t remember the name of the place.
The trees where we were still had a ton of leaved on them and they were all red, yellow and orange. Simply beautiful and I recall just being really relaxed after such a crazy couple days before. I love the colors of autumn and where this little tree was, the whole immediate area was orange–all around.
After the quick hike we headed to the beach to walk on the sand a little and just relax near the water. We must have sat there for at least half an hour, just looking at the water, not really talking.
And just for fun:
So after this wonderful weekend where I played hard and then relaxed and was zen for most of the time, I get to work on Monday and it all comes crashing down around me. The final straw was going to Panera today on lunch to get 2 bagels with New York Style Cheesecake cream cheese (I’m a fatty at heart!) and being given each bagel in their own, overly large bag…AFTER I told the girl that I would like it in one bag. WHY DO I NEED TWO!? Can I tell you all that it really pissed me off? Seriously fuming, steam coming out of my ears, angry. It was on my drive back to work that I realized I have a problem and need to focus more on my breathing.
*In through the nose, out through the mouth–like the sound of the ocean. Repeat from *