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One year derbyversary: freshmeat 3.0

​I am just about to set off to the first day of my third term at Preston Roller Girls sinners training. This marks one year since I first put on states and took a full five minutes to stand up.

Under the new (and super awesome) training structure, this isn’t technically another new beginning, but there will be some new skaters joining us and it will be a good chance to go over the basics again.

I haven’t felt up to blogging in a while, there has been a lot of stuff going on that isn’t really publicly publishable, but it’s all basically wrapped up now and I feel much better for it.

So, with my health definitely improving thanks to some new medication and my motivation pretty strong, I am excited to be getting back to training. However as always, I’m not quite physically up to it so I’m also a little nervous.

One thing is for certain, I’ve made bags of progress since last year. My initial expectations were unrealistic, I suppose, as I’d hoped to be skating like a pro by now. However in other ways it’s quite remarkable that I am able, for example, to balance on one leg whilst throwing my weight around from side to side without falling over. I suppose I’d never imagined that I would be able to do something like that!

I think the most remarkable thing is the journey I have been on, rather than some specific skill I learned or am yet to master. My whole approach to my body is changing: I have gotten help for a condition I have been ignoring for years and have learned some basic skills in putting my wellbeing first, even if it means taking a risk or standing up against people who seem so strong… I am finally starting to value and utilise my fierce! Yay!

Platform 9 and 3/4: I’m going someplace magical!

I have missed a few weeks of Derby training through illness, so last week when the coaches announced it was time for the first 27 in 5 attempt I was pretty daunted.

27 in 5 is the pace needed to pass minimum skills so you can go ahead and scrimmage: 27 laps of the track in 5 minutes. On my first go, last year I got 5 and a half laps. The best I ever did was 8, but since then both my health and fitness have declined.

I started out calmly, my skating has improved a lot and I felt much more sure on my feet than before. I kept a slow pace, keeping energy in the bank for later. By half way through I was struggling to stay upright: it’s not a case of balance exactly, closer to a fitness problem. Skating uses a lot if different muscles that I don’t get to work out much in my desk job.

As the minutes roll by I start shaking and wobbling and strugge to control my stride. My mind knows what to do but my body’s not willing. Eventually I stumble: I get right back up again (because I am a total warrior like). By 4 minutes I am managing only a few pushes each lap and slowly coasting the rest of the way round: my goal is just to keep moving.

In the last few seconds I push hard to try and finish my lap but I fall again and time is called while I try to get back up.

I am exhausted and know I gave it my all.

I got 9 and 3/4 laps! A personal best under personally difficult circumstances. I am delighted!

My score written on the floor (then skated over for 30 more mins)

I know it’s a long way from 27 laps, but I am now rocking nearly 50 percent more laps than I could do at the start. That’s huge! I am really proud of myself and have confidence that I can improve a lot more as I get fitter and get my fibromyalgia under control.

I am also a huge (mahoosive) Harry Potter fan and the total of 9 and 3/4 means a lot to me: I’M GOING TO HOGWARTS BITCHES!

Is the body half full or half empty?

I have such an embarrassing health problem this week, and it had left me super frustrated with myself. The insoles I got a few months ago changed the position on my hips when I walk. Ultimately this has revolutionised the way I skate and is going to save me a lot of problems in future with my hips, feet and spine. In the short term the impact has been amazing too: when I got the insoles I had such a bad achillies injury that I was unable to walk 1/4 of a mile, now I can walk 4 whole miles almost pain free!
However… because the potiontion of my body has changed a litle, the little spots of everday chaffing, skin on skin, skin on fabric, that my body has been used to my whole life, have moved a little. Just an inch here and an inch there. It seems such a subtle change, but these bits of soft, fragile formerly chafe free skin now get brushed slightly with each step. The seam of my leggings, the eleastic of my underwear… these bastards are now my enemies!

So, over weeks and months I have has sores, abrasions and blisters the size of 5p pieces cropping up all over my thighs and bum. And there is really no respite, other than lying down all day, there isn’t much i can do to make these heal. Talc, vaseline, ointments designed for athletes… huge German underwear… nothing really works.

The current problem is a bloodblister the size of my thumbnail on that bit where the bottom meets the upper thigh. It’s painful enough that I haven’t walked anywhere for 3 days, and I have my period too, which just makes everything worse really. It’s bad enough that I might have to miss derby training… not cool! So, I am pretty mad as you can imagine!

However, in a moment of utter bleakness I was thinking about what a blister actually is. It’s basically my body’s way of protecting itself. And pain, thats my warning signal that something is wrong. While the need to slow down and heal feels so frustrating inconvenient, my body is doing some pretty cool things right now, and it’s good that I take a moment to appreciate that and be that thankful.

So, with a half-full glass of metaphorical champagne I say “cheers” to the blister on my ass and all the fluids who sail in her! My body is a wonderful thing.

My first sportsbag: learning to love the journey

I have never owned a sportsbag, for most of my life I simply never needed one. Only sporty kids have sports bags. At some point, though, the sports bag became a symbol of everything I am not, but would secretly like to be: athletic, confident, thin, coordinated, cool. There’s just something so solid, so quietly resilliant about them: worn from regular use, tough, years old, a little muddy, the unchanging sign of an entire lifestyle which has always been so alien to me.

At some point I made myself a promise, that one day I would buy mysef a sportsbag… when I deserved it, when I was good enough. But this week I baught myself one anyway. Not because I have become some paragon of athleticism, some slim, cool, driven, competitive parallel world version of me. No, I baught myself a sports bag to celebrate returning to freshmeat training for a second time and giving it another go. I bought myself one because withholding sensible practical items (no matter how symbolic) from myself is mean and weird. I baught myself one because I need something to put my stuff in!

One thing I have learned so far on my derby journey is that everone, no matter how great a skater they seem, is on a journey of their own: each used to be less good at skating than they are today and each has skills they want to work on for the future.

At my first freshmeat traing session of the season today, I realised just how far I have come on my own journey, and how confident I must seem to those who are taking their very first wobbly strides. They can’t see my journey, they don’t know that just a few months ago I was the slowest to stand up and the first to fall down. I can hardly belive it myself, so it’s important to sit back for a moment and just appreciate the journey for a while. We are all of us awesome right?!

So, it may take me years to feel I deserve something as auspicious as a sports bag, though hopefully one day I will believe in myself enough to just get over it. One thing I  can say for sure though is that I will never be as good a derby player as I want to be, because I will always want to play harder and faster than I did the week before. And that is exactly how it should be.
Ps: omg my feet hurt!!!

T minus 4 weeks till me v basic skills 2

So, big news. The next intake at my local Roller Derby club is in 4 weeks time. 4 weeks today!

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Good, Bad…

The best thing for me is that this time, the training set up has been changed so if I don’t pass the first basic skills test I can keep training at a slower pace.

The worst thing for me this time is that I am still pretty messed up physically, with an appointment with a Rheumatologist (joints specialist) looming, I don’t know “what is wrong with me” and it’s a bit scary.

… and whatev’s

Ultimately, my biggest problem will never be my health, even if I get really super sick like an actual sick person. My biggest problem is my total lack of coordination and bemusement at those who have it. How do they skate about so fast and not die?! It must be magic….

So, it’s same old same old really isn’t it?  I have decided “to hell with it” : I am going to just work really hard at my physio and co-ordination exercises for the next month and just go for it, irrespective of the mystery physical ailments which may be resolved by then anyway, who knows!

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Failure needs to be an option

One thing I am quite determined about is, while I have lots of plans for the next four weeks,… and colour coded schedules… and stickers for when I do good…. (*yay*) I need to accept that motivation is hard and I might not do as much as I want to. I can’t use that as an excuse later for not going to derby training.

I want do do my physio every day (three times!) keep going for walks and also start swimming and yoga, but if I don’t, I will still be going to derby training. I *promise*.

Allowing myself to Dream

Part of the next month is going to be about allowing myself to hope and dream: usually I am pretty cautious, I don’t want to get my hopes up because I don’t have a great track record with either sport or “sticking with it..”  I even will not watch too many derby videos on youtube because the more I grow to love it the more it will hurt when I give up. Maybe, in a few years time, all of this will just be a distant memory and I won’t be any better at skating than I am now. It’s possible, I just need to accept that and not let it hold me back.

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I have already succeeded

Even I never end up becoming a super awesome derby player, I have already won really. I am in touch with my body and listening to it for the first time since very early childhood. I have done a lot of work to improve my health and have the determination to fight for my own well-being when the doctor people don’t listen to me. And, of course, I have met some amazing women who have inspired me loads.

For all this, I am proud of myself and grateful for this amazing sport and the people who play it. If this is all I ever achieve, then it’s still pretty freeking awesome right?!