For years, I had heard that a giant forest preserve park near my home has a lovely, paved, no-cars-allowed road running through it that would be a good place to skate. I usually skate elsewhere, but today was a blessed reprieve from the recent heatwave, so I thought I would hit the trail. Problem was, the park is over 500 acres of greenbelt, and I had no idea where the entrance to the trail was.
So the old year is done, sent off with a [skate] boot in the ass by my Roller Derby Workout Old Year's Revolution. The winners, Skirt Steak of the Hellions of Troy fresh meat squad and Chrome Molly of the Southern Oregon Rollergirls, will be getting their prizes in the mail. I realized, though, if the point of the competition was to build up momentum for the new year and the Roller Derby Workout Challenge, why stop there? Consider this me holding out my arms and yelling "I'm bridging! I'm bridging!" (Ref note: your arms are irrelevant! When defining position relative to other skaters, listen to Shakira: the hips don't lie!) I decided to run another Fleetly challenge as a "primer" for those folks who just can't wait until January 29th.
Last weekend, we had our annual end-of-year party and awards ceremony, and guess who took home Best Looking in Stripes? That’s right, this zebra!
With the alcohol flowing and everyone in high spirits, my derby big sister pulled me aside and told me solemnly “You can totally get Best Booty Shorts next year. You can do it.” As I drove home later that night, I thought to myself, yes! I can do it! I can win Best Booty Shorts! Man, I gotta get to working out! What can I say, sometimes a little appeal to one’s vanity is just the kick in the pants they need to make positive changes... But positive change is more fun with friends, so I bring you a fitness challenge!
The hard part about resolutions is that they require a sudden change in behavior, which just seems like a set up for a crash-and-burn into a pile of Oreos by January 6. I thought, why don’t I have an Old Year’s Revolution, and ride the momentum of good habits right into the New Year?!
I'm determined to complete NaBloPoMo, but I'm also sick as a dog. So here is a picture of dogs on roller skates!
Since there's nothing worse than being sick, grumpy, and alone, give a sick girl some company and talk to me! Did you get to watch the Championships? What are you working on in practice right now? I'd love to hear from you... when I wake up.
More on the rest of Championals later, but for now, a million congratulations to Gotham Girls Roller Derby for being the only team to take home the Hydra twice. Well deserved, hard fought, and the perfect end to an amazing season. It's an honor to officiate for the hardest working league in the game.
I am notoriously bad at picking winners, mostly because I try to put Texas as the winner of every bout, even the ones they aren't playing in. Okay, I'm kidding, but I am pretty bad at this game, which is really just guessing for someone who isn't sports-oriented. Behold, my original predictions:
Tonight was rules class for the fresh meat. Hauled my cookies out there, because I figured it would be good for me, and either way, I'd get an attendance credit.
I have a funny relationship with the rules: I don't think that people believe that I know the rules, so I am never quite confident enough in my knowledge.
This review almost didn't happen. I mean, the subtitle of Catherine "Jayne Manslaughter" Mabe's book really says it all -- Roller Derby: The History and All-Girl Revival of the Greatest Sport on Wheels. This lovingly-written history traces roller derby from its earliest days to its current incarnation. Or at least to the time of the book's publication in 2007 -- you would be surprised to realize how much has changed since then (e.g. "A period is twenty minutes of running time. The period clock may only be stopped during an official time out.").
If Down and Derby is the "for Dummies" book of the derby world, Mabe's book is the Time-Life volume. This is the book you want to have sitting on your coffee table, or buy for that friend of yours you've been subtly trying to convert... erm... recruit.