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My journey to Roller Derbydom.Madmotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189416781378632230noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366877654955811810.post-51993153058348407702012-03-10T12:40:00.000+10:002012-03-10T12:40:03.699+10:00For Eden - Happy Birthday and I Didn't Read it Proper!<center><a href="http://www.edenriley.com/"><img alt="Edenland's Fresh Horses Brigade" src="http://lizosaurus.com/EdensFreshHorses.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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Posted this one before, but am adding it here for Eden's fresh horses and open mic party!<br />
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I'd read this one for you my dear. After sitting dribbling in the corner for a bit. <br />
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Happy 40th - get set for the naughty forties!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Well week one was due to <span style="font-size: large;"><strong><a href="http://meanderingmadmother.blogspot.com/2011/02/flogging-dead-horse-tmi-madmother-style.html">THIS</a></strong></span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Last week was because my back was stuffed. Yes stuffed. Had remedial massage instead and am booked into osteopath for this Thursday. How did I stuff it, you ask?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">BY FRIGGIN' SLEEPING THE WRONG WAY! Being old sucks, I tell ya. Don't even have good war stories anymore. ARGH!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I went back to derby training last week for the first time in nearly 7 months, the first time since Mum died. It was a very different league I walked into. Not sure if it is the one for me anymore, not sure if it was a one-off and the disgruntled, unhappy vibe won't last. Am going back this week, have decided to give it a month and then see. Maybe this is not the league for me, maybe the changes to the hierachy and attitudes are not what I need anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But I'm not ruling it out just yet. It may have been a bad night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I hope so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So watch this space.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Holy crap! Remember my despair when I thought it was gone? I had looked at times, then life dragged me into the depths of loss. I had not checked for months, then on Christmas Day guided by only the one who was missing... I looked. And there it was. Me. Nothing more could convince me to be who I am. Madmother. Hellion on wheels</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. I am going to fight through age, weight, fear. I am going to SKATE!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fuck it. What will be, will be.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dragged this sorry old example of a carcass down to derby training last night. Lurgy still lingers and I sound like a four-pack-a-day smoker with my hacking cough and raspy wheeze (never smoked a week in my life. Yeah, I know it should be day, but I did for a couple of those in high school until I realised EVERYBODY in Year 7 had taken it up as the cool thing to do. Never was one to run with the crowd, not my style).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But I paid my registration/insurance with Skate Australia, bought my ENRG t-shirt and managed some training. Funnily it wasn't the lack of lung capacity that stiffed me, it was the bung right knee! The day before I had dragged kidlets and extra rugrat up to an afternoon session BUT in the midst of my <strike>screaming at</strike> organising kids I forgot my knee brace. Whoops...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">THEN, due to teaching said extra, I didn't have a chance to slowly warm up and jumped into Red Rover full tilt. Knee not happy, muscles screamed, and to top it all off, my left bloody ankle <em>*clicked*</em> out. Hot dang, I am so friggin old and decrepit sometimes even Methuselah gets jealous!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyhoos, back to the point of this rambling post. In the midst of learning to do a 4-point drop I <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">choke</span></em></strong> (knee-hurtie phobia), wheels roll out from under me, and </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Big Boy is ropable. He has NEVER seen me fall, and I have committed the unpardonable sin of giggling manically at some of his more dramatic spills. Ah well, he may have to wait another decade or so... at least I hope it will be.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1. You can identify everybody's skates, not only visually, but by smell. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2. You can't remember the original color of your helmet, there are so many stickers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">3. You get $10 haircuts, buy clothes at secondhand shops, and eat ramen noodles for every meal. Why? Because you spent $800 on skates, $300 on wheels and bearings, $200 on pads and helmets, and $200 in yearly dues. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">4. Your skates cost more than your laptop. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">5. You no longer respond to your given name. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">6. You're angry that Facebook won't allow you to go by your alias. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">7. You've started a petition for Facebook to allow aliases. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">8. Your non-derby friends simply ask, "So, what hurts today?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">9. You've started buying Neurofen in bulk. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">10.You've started buying Dencorub in bulk. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">11.You own a brace and/or bandage for every body part. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">12.You've made voodoo dolls of opposing players. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">13.You believe that someone has made a voodoo doll of you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">14.When you hear the word "panties", you think of the kind that goes on your helmet, not your butt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">15.Your get-rich-quick scheme is making helmet panties and selling them on Etsy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">16.Your wear your underwear outside your derby gear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">17.You feel proud when you tell people you have joined derby and they cringe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">18.You hear the word "zebra" and immediately think "ref". </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">19.Your significant other has stopped thinking the term "derby widow(er)" is funny. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">20.You check Borders weekly for a new copy of Blood & Thunder. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">21.You own Rollergirls, Kansas City Bomber, and Rollerball (both versions) on DVD. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">22.You think Whip It was the best recent movie evah!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">23.You have your DVD recorder set to screen for the term "roller derby" and record all related programs. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">24.You search YouTube for new bout videos every week. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">25.You're contemplating paying out the nose for AusStar just so you can watch the bouts on sports channel. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">26.You can't understand why anyone would rather watch any other sport. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">27.Your friends have name like </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Deathweaver and Glamazon Bron. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">28.You've played the word "WFTDA" in Scrabble. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">29.You've secretly created derby names for all your non-derby friends. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">30.Your husband takes the kids to Disney World while you go to RollerCon. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">31.At work, you stockpile sick days for travel games. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">32.By the time you get home from practice, you're ready to turn around and go back. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">33.The mere mention of a sport court makes you shudder. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">34.You find the phrase "______ by day, rollergirl by night," highly offensive.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">35.You die a little inside when someone says, "Roller derby? It's back?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">36.Your old friends only get to catch up with you if they come to watch you bout.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">37.You've had a heated debate about ranking systems. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">38.Your ultimate goal is to play derby in the 2016 Olympics. (lol) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">39.The top bookmarks in your browser are: your league's homepage, your league's forum, DNN, FTS, Derbytron, and WFTDA.com.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">40.You make lists about roller derby while you're at work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">41.You get irate when checking twoevils and someone already has YOUR name.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">42.You start dreaming up marketing ideas for your derby name.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">43.Your clothes all seem to have a reference to derby on them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">44.You find fishnets cool once more, even with the holes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">45.You know Superman Rolls are a derby move not a kinky sexual tactic.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">46.You can debate flack track versus banked track all night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">47.You have people recognise you as a derby chick from the bout the other night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">48.Your children are being told their Mum is the coolest.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">49.You no longer shop in Target for mumsy attire, but That Shop for derby gear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">50.You've started your own roller derby blog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: red;">Whoops. That's me. Ah well, on target to becoming the world's oldest derby chick I guess...</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">For a couple of training sessions my mojo just wasn't there, and every promotional thing the derby girls have needed help with I've either been working, or away on holidays!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I had a good training session on Thursday, considering I hadn't skated in nearly a month. But I notice how much more a lot of people put in. Is it because of my dodgy knee? Or fear of my own ability and lack of confidence?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I always knew with all the committments I have (mostly not of my own doing, but because of business, kids, mother) it was going to be hard to fit in, but I just really wanted something for myself. Something I love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But now I am questioning if I love it enough, because when I look around me, the level of passion my fellow team members have is so far beyond what I feel. I just think maybe I am too old, and have too many emotionally draining aspects in my life to be able to give what is needed... Maybe it is time to hang the skates up and admit defeat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/360/7B9F250A503296503C8005B1EABAB7D0.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></span>Madmotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189416781378632230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366877654955811810.post-71703963927042574462010-06-03T10:35:00.000+10:002010-06-03T10:35:32.072+10:00It Has To Happen<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">With all organisations, as they grow, so too do the demands, internal politics and conflicts. Yesterday I witnessed one such hiccup in our derby league. On the regular Wednesday morning skate a lot of the people attending are the derbyers. This little league is now growing at an incredible rate, and what once worked is starting to show sly cracks of weakness and dissent. Not through bitchiness (though I must add, you put of lot of strong women in a group and hell, whaddya think is gonna happen... ) or troublemakers, but purely from the pressure of ANY organisation that grows too quickly. Firm procedures, processes, rules and expectations have to be explained clearly AND <strong><span style="font-size: large;">enforced</span></strong>. It is no good worrying if you are goin' to be everybody's mate at the end if the whole damn thing implodes before it even gets started. If people want to act like a bunch of children there are times you need to treat them as such! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The whole philosophy of this league was what attracted me and many others, it would be a shame if it was lost. That is what WILL happen unless you all focus, find the issues, and resolve them NOW from a grassroots level. If you take the title, you have to do the hard yards, and not leave it all to fall on one or two people until they buckle from the strain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So people, breathe, take a step back, and as I said yesterday, if you ain't part of the problem nor part of the solution: ZIP IT!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And even more tragically - my derby name might be taken already! How could I ever be anything other than Madmother after a decade of this username... *sob*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My only hope is that when the backlog on the international register clears, I am the one who applied for it first. Now I just have to wait it out...*sniff*sniff*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Absolutely abysmal effort on my part tonight. Was so far from the zone it is not funny. I guess after the week I had (two funerals, travel with Boy 1 deciding mid-flight that flying was not for him, little sleep) it was to be expected, but I had hoped to push through and skate it all out. Did not happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So now I feel I have let myself down. Just gotta suck it up and move forwards. After all, there is always next week.</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Finally. Attended my first <span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>Fresh Meat</strong></em></span> training session on Thursday night. To say the muscles are screaming in protest still two days later is an understatement. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">To quote an old Aussie songstress, "It's only the beginning..." (Deborah Conway)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Have you noticed the median age of roller derby girls? I mean, have you really had a good look over a larger group? We are the first wave surging back. The roller skating fanatics of the seventies and eighties leaping forward to embrace the now. The thirty and forty something former hot skater babes, now hot mammas, looking for me time. Leaving behind the life of nappies, school, homework, soccer, taxi runs. Taking back control and our lives. If only for an hour or so twice a week for training and bout time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Remember us? Watch out. We're BACK!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ha Trav - betchya diddna know I had me lots of blogs! Now, there does not appear to be anything restricting me to entering more than one of my blogs, and so I'm running with the theory that it is allowed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Skating formed a major part of my youth, and it probably saved me from some serious shit when my sister died. It gave me an outlet whilst also allowing me to be "the skater" instead of "the girl whose sister died". Self-centred, I know, but you usually are at fifteen. And I was desperately trying to hold what was left of my family together most days, so a few afternoons and weekends of being sk8r girl was not so much to ask for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But enough of the poor me pity whining, time to break from the gloom with a bit of a light relief madmother wheelie tale.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"><strong>The Whip: </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I briefly touched on the description of the whip in this <strong><a href="http://madmotherusedtobeabadgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/whip-it-movie-or-motivational-exercise.html">post</a></strong>. But now I will go into the <em>DARK SIDE </em>of this classic move. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">If you have seen the movie <strong>Whip It </strong>you would have seen the new generation tame pussycat whip derby move. A modern day whip is merely grabbing another player by the arm to whip you forward. If you really want to know more there is a good video <strong><em><a href="http://www.ehow.com/video_2354757_do-whips-pushes-roller-derby.html">here</a></em></strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The 1970's version was far less politically polite...</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> <em>two girls forward, two girls backward, fifth girl forward on the outside being "The Whip". First girl facing forward (in the centre), after speed built up, plants herself i.e. brings herself to a dead stop, result - whip is cracked and fifth girl is propelled forward at an incredible speed. </em></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">What I neglected to tell was that it was a favourite move to smash any newbies who came in with big mouths and no talent. It was no issue if you talked the talk, so long as you walked the walk too. And so many did not. No follow through - cardinal skating sin!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And so, the Madmother sinner version of the whip was this...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Two girls forward, two girls backward, fifth girl forward on the outside being "The Victim". <strong><span style="font-size: large;">Madmother </span></strong>facing forward (in the centre), after speed is built up to a crescendo, plants herself i.e. brings herself to a dead stop, result - whip is cracked and <strong><span style="font-size: large;">newbie </span></strong>is propelled forward at an incredible speed usually planting herself halfway up the rink wall face first. And then slowly slides down to the floor. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We ceased this practise after one such victim broke their leg in three places. Ouch. Oops.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Ouch, my poor tired old muscles are aching, though I don't notice until around an hour after I stop. It is even worse when I stiffen up later. Ah the joys of being older.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I have my eyes on some new skates. Black leather figure uppers, Italian trucks and Giotto wheels... Dazzling but dollars. $$$$$$$$$$$. But I do believe you get what you pay for, after all my thirty year old beauties were incredibly expensive in their day and look at how much monies worth I've gotten out of them!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The weather is pefect. Not too hot, not too cold. And skate we did! A good, fun time was had by all. No damages, very few falls. But most inspiring of all was LL Lisa and her amazing acts of recovery. I think she almost fell at least twenty times: arms would whirl, legs would wiggle, over she'd nearly go... then hey presto! She saves herself! Wish I'd had a camera, could have been worth millions. Or at least the grand prize on Funniest Home Videos...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After two days more or less in bed, lots of pain relief, heat packs, Voltaren rubs, massage and more rest, my back is pretty much okay today. Tomorrow afternoon I am meant to be skating with my two sons and two of their mates. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I feel okay, but am cautious. I now think I did not injure it skating, merely pushed some muscles a little harder BUT then slept in the wrong position, and with my back issues that was all it took.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But, and this is the nuts bit, I think I will skate. So long as I do not push it hard, nor fall (which I don't tend to do) I think all will be well. I want to skate. I need to skate. Let's face it, I am going to skate. Carefully.</span><br />
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You guessed it. Back is spasming, excrutiating pain down right side waking me hourly last night. I have always suffered back pain and problems. My back used to click out and lock even in my teens (made for some fun times with friends, let me tell you. Many slow baby step walks home from being with mates, usually accompanied by quite a few of them feeling helpless). <br />
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I had a couple of bad twinges earlier in the week, but I think skating may have pulled a few things out of whack. No falls or spills, just the pushing myself to faster speeds stretching things a little locked already.<br />
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Now I'll just have to get Big Boy to massage the Voltaren in, take some pain relief, and hope all is well in a couple of days. Especially as we are skating Monday, Friday and again the following Monday with extra kids.<br />
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Bloody hell, this getting older sucks!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I went to one a few months back mistakenly believing it to be a normal session, but just for adults. How embarrassing! I had dragged two friends with me, but they quite enjoyed it. Unbenownst to me friend 1 had been attending beginner star classes on a Saturday morning with her daughter, and friend 2 was a former free-dance champion! They joined in and happily performed the fancy seal tricks dictated by the overweight, overtanned, overoiled fifty or sixty something instructor who reminded me of the oldies in Strictly Ballroom. He was not impressed when I asked if we could speed up the music with a bit of AC/DC...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">After this experience, it was with trepidation I decided to trek down the mountain, over the state boundary, and give it another go at another rink. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Due to daylight saving still in place there and not here, I knew I would miss at least half of the session. But this was merely a reconnaissance, and if I managed a skate then bonus!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Walked in. Four woman skating, two of whom had prams on the rink. Instructor made five and her young son of around eleven years of age, added one more. Smaller rink than my usual, but friendly people. Was introduced as soon as I rolled on the rink. It is a combined skate/fitness class based mainly around derby training. The instructor is a woman of 46 (woohoo - someone doin' derby of me own generation!), and she filled me in on the idea of the session, and also about the team. So now I have a third team adding to my indecisiveness about who to join. And I may have only skated for an hour, but by hell I did sweat!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The good: the people, the lack of pressure, the encouragement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The bad: the distance (an hours drive), my lack of fitness, and the condition of the floor. My wheels are disgusting and I'll have to give them a thorough clean to get the muck off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But I enjoyed it so much I've already rung around and told friends of the session, and my intention to go every week after the holidays (they don't run them in school hols). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Overall, a good day I would have to say!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Must add, I had forgotten how punishing it is to do fitness exercises on skates...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ever have those blurgh days? Even worse than the blah ones, and they can sometimes last for weeks, popping up when you least expect...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">You feel like the reflection in the contorted fat mirror at fun parks. You know, the ones you hurry past in order to get to the thin images so you can delude yourself into feeling better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Fitness-wise</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that is where I am. I have done NOTHING. Haven't even made time to skate with all the committments and socialising. But that will change later this week when the school holidays kick in. I am planning on skating at least twice in the next week, maybe more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I have re-arranged the games room so the treadmill is in front of the TV and I can walk and watch to relieve the boredom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">No way can I even venture into derby territory the shape I'm in. But I have managed to find some kick-arse tights, and funky leggings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, as per my last post: <em><strong>Underwear!</strong></em> Marketing slogan:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So to begin again:</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Most of you who read my other blog know of my writing aspirations, but do you know of the idea behind my derby dreams? There is a method to my madness you see. I figure I have the perfect vehicle to launch myself into the publishing world, after all, how many overweight, unfit on-the-downhill-run to 47 wanna-be derby girls who can write can there be? Seriously? *Crickets*... is that crickets I hear breaking the still silence?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Exactly. It is the hook. The endless twist in the tale we all search for to make us stand out in the masses of unpublished talent. And I can skate, really I can! It is one of the few natural talents I can lay claim to. Add in attitude, a smart mouth and plain old chutzpah and I think I have a somewhat marketable commodity: <strong><em>Me!</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Think of the tales I can tell from inside the Derby World. I was born with the gift of the gab, can talk my way in and out of most situations, and have. Story weaving comes naturally and my attention grabbing ability is not an issue, one of my friends calls me the unstoppable force. I am already working on profile raising ideas... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It has been far too hot to go to the rink but thanks to all this rain, Sunday was cool enough at last to skate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Even with the temp down around 29 degrees the humidity was high and the sweat rolled off (forgive the pun). At first I was feeling my lack of fitness, and my right knee injury. As I skated, picking up speed, the knee felt as if it would give way at any point... not a good thing when you are on wheels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But then I seemed to get back into the swing, knee felt stronger, muscles slowly warmed up, the glow began to build. My speed and agility improved. By the end of the session I felt good. Really good. There is a long way to go to work my fitness levels higher, but if this cool snap lasts I'll be back on skates for the season.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And the other cool thing this week was finding some really funky leggings and tights that manage to stretch around my thunder thighs without tearing! On sale too! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And time for the first admission: weight 9/3/10 - 86kgs. Height: 164 cms.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Blurgh, feels like I'm never going to move forward on this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well I finally got to watch it! Released today on DVD, I had the local video store hold me a rental copy until Big Boy could pick it up. After the events of today, and how crappy I still feel I was really looking forward to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">As a storyline, meh, 4 or 5 out of 10. But the skating! It was pretty good, considering they tended to swing arms and body way too much to get any real speed. Had to laugh when they introduced <em>the whip</em> move, apt with the name of the movie of course. When we did that move back in the 70's/80's it was considered tre's cool. But ours involved a little more than this movie version: two girls forward, two girls backward, fifth girl forward on the outside being <em>"The Whip". </em>First girl facing forward (in the centre), after speed built up, plants herself i.e. brings herself to a dead stop, result - whip is cracked and fifth girl is propelled forward at an incredible speed. Made for some amazing stacks! Yeah, I was either the cracker or the whip. No-one puts Madmother in the middle...</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmG_yGRR3KVkWT1egwrBfHs1CExYHn7Qkz7TWdFCsrtqoohh-Gv8iVt4uWWuf97JO8d54qQshvS0nKWJgfsdGq3jRkyPEOW45K88MXItU9BTk1OcPBd_eCA2O5uA9tKiQTbYyODTsqLDC/s1600-h/art_whip_it_courtesy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmG_yGRR3KVkWT1egwrBfHs1CExYHn7Qkz7TWdFCsrtqoohh-Gv8iVt4uWWuf97JO8d54qQshvS0nKWJgfsdGq3jRkyPEOW45K88MXItU9BTk1OcPBd_eCA2O5uA9tKiQTbYyODTsqLDC/s320/art_whip_it_courtesy.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">As it is I could have skated as well as most in the movie, if I regain something akin to my peak speed and control... Well, I'd leave them all for dead. Big Boy was a bit floored at the violence having never witnessed a derby bout, the closest thing he could compare to it was Rollerball with James Caan in the 1970's. Similar, but not quite it, lol. He glanced my way a few times and threw in little asides:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">"Odds are pretty high you'll get hurt."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">"Are you sure you want to do this?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">"I had no idea it was so violent."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Yeah, well, a lot of it is for show, but the other side is if you ARE fast then you do minimise the risk of injury. They can't hit you if they can't catch you!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Now I really want to get back on the skates. If it is still cool over the weekend we may just manage it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I feel the need... the need for WHEEL SPEED!</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/360/7B9F250A503296503C8005B1EABAB7D0.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Madmotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189416781378632230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366877654955811810.post-77146337913814663332010-02-18T07:04:00.000+10:002010-02-18T07:04:22.278+10:00Well, there you have it<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have searched high and low, dug through boxes, pulled out all the old albums, and do you know I have not one photo of my skating days? I have photos of me around that era, and even those are few, but not one... nada, nothing, zilch... of me with wheels on!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Not happy. I know a lot were taken, but by friends or friend's parents, or the rink owner or our trainers. And I was not given any copies obviously. Damn. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Oh well, I will never be a perfect size eight again, nor weigh 50 kilos. My measurements in my senior years at school were: 36"-24"-34". I was a size 10C in a bra. Those days are well and truly gone. Lordy, if I dropped back to that weight I would look very off. And old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My aim is to get fit, and in the process lose weight. I will be measuring and weighing in this weekend, even if deathly ill. Hope it isn't man flu - that IS bad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I will be back. Oh, and this time the camera will be mine so there will be photographic evidence!</span><br />
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