So, I am still derby-ing it up, and I am still having fun. But now it’s time to talk about the stuff that sucks. The thing is, you don’t want to be a Negative Nancy while you are at practice, but this is my blog, so I can do what I want!*
The most frustrating part so far isn’t that I can’t skate very well or that I am scared about falling on my booty, it’s that when my feet hurt, I have no choice but to sit down.
I don’t want to sit down.
I want to skate the entire time, but I also want to scream and stomp my feet and cry about how much they freakin’ hurt. (But, I am not going to stomp my feet, because that will just lead to the whole falling on my butt part.)
There’s a reason why I wanted to do Derby in the first place, and that’s the part that has to make me look past the whole feet hurting like I am standing on a pile of needles thing. I am 33, about to be 34– that’s mid-thirties. The age where you see people really start to fall into two different categories, the ones all ready to grow old, and the ones who aren’t going to let that happen so easily.
I want to fight it. I mean, sure I can’t fight the math, but I can fight the age. Right?
*Yeah, I sang that to the tune of “It’s My Party, and I’ll Cry if I Want To.”