Slowly, the stomach ache I had all semester has been going away. All the spare time I figured I would have when the semester was over hasn't arrived yet though. I suppose that will happen when the roller derby season ends in July.
Not that I don't love playing so much, and want to be the best. I just miss my friends/family. Between working until 5 Monday-Friday, practicing 3 evenings a week, off-skates training 1 evening and 1 afternoon a week, team meetings, committee meetings, fundraisers, blah blah, etc, complain, I have very little time to see people who I don't skate with or work with. I pretty much have to skip something every time I want to go out with friends.
That's not to say that I am not extremely excited to be attending my first multi-day skating bootcamp this weekend, or playing the Eves of Destruction from Victoria two weeks after that. BECAUSE I REALLY AM. There are few things I enjoy more than playing derby. Actually there probably isn't anything I enjoy more. If only I could capitalize on playing the derb...
Saturday's championship bout was probably my last one as a Los Pistolita. WEIRD. I've been an LP since before I was actually an LP. I went to their meetings before I was even placed on the team. However... I volunteered for the fourth team. This is not to say I will 100% be on this team but I think it's pretty safe to say I will be. I am looking forward to a fresh start and an opportunity to get to know some girls I haven't skated with much in the past.
One of the most exciting things about volunteering for the fourth team is creating a theme, team name and logo!! I have been pumping some girls up on the idea of a VIKING THEMED TEAM!!! I have some back up ideas in case I get shut down but I think I have a good number of girls stoked on the idea. We can be the "Daughters of Odin" and our theme song will be Led Zeppelin's the Immigrant Song. We will wear furry boot covers and our team cheer will be "FOR ASGARDR!!". Please let me have a mother fucking viking team, universe.
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