I’ve been so excited this week preparing for my bootcamp with Victorian Roller Derby League on Saturday that putting my weekend into words has been hard, but it was an excellent weekend. I tried (and failed dramatically, but not dismally, at) new things, and it was great!
My Saturday evening was meant to be spent with my ten year old niece and a couple of her friends at the local leisure centre which has recently started hosting roller discos every other weekend. It was her birthday party, and she’d received roller skates as a present and wanted to use them. After queuing for half an hour, it turned out the place didn’t have enough skates for her friends, so we had to go home. She was devestated, I still feel bad for her, but we’ve promised to take her to a proper skating rink in the near future to make up for it.
My league had booked out an indoor skatepark called Unit One relatively close to me for the same hours and on the same night as my niece’s party, which I’d resigned to not being able to go to. Disappointing, but my family we had priority – at least I’d still be on skates! Once we took the small party home to have popcorn and watch movies instead, I hopped in my car and made it over there for the last hour of the session. It didn’t go amazingly for me, but I was assured by everyone, my fellow fresh meat and league veterans alike, that they’d been the same for the first half hour or so. Naturally, I had to go one step further. After attempting to go down a small ramp three times only to fall flat on my butt (and once wiping out hard on my hip – I didn’t realise at the time, but my newly found derby wife informed me the next day when I kept complaining that my hips hurt for no apparent reason), I made it successfully down the ramp, and half way around the quarter pipe opposite to it. At which point, failing to turn enough, I slam,,ed straight in to the wall.
And straight in to the fire alarm.
It took them a good 10-15 minutes to turn it of. Rosa Lethal and I agreed that it was because not enough people paid attention to me when I arrived, and I was simply trying to make my presence known. Thankfully, everyone found it hilarious! I was pretty mortified for the rest of the night, and terrified to try it again for a long time! I managed one more attempt, and fell on my butt again (“you stood up! Why did you do that! You were so low then you stood up just stay down!”- aforementioned derby wife) and then retired to a corner, practicing going up and down ramps. Even though it didn’t go so well for me, I loved it. I feel that if I had been there for the whole two hours, I would’ve improved, and it’s a total different experience to skating on a flat track. It’s something I definitely want to keep trying and get better at.
Practice on Sunday was, therefore, a lot more painful than usual! Less so for me than the rest who’d been there for two hours – Rosa was dying from muscle ache after the skatepark session and crossfit in the past two days. We’ve recently attracted a handful of new skaters, who are still learning some basics and building up their confidence in one end of our hall. They’ve had three sessions now, and I can’t help but keep an eye on them and notice how insanely well they’re doing! A couple of weeks ago they could barely stand, and this week they were working on the basics of weaving and leaning, and picking up some speed too! I’m totally proud of them (since one of them told me she admires us quite a bit, I feel almost maternal over them!)
While they were doing that, we were practicing for our minimums assessments, which they are planning to start in the next few weeks. For those of you who don’t know, I am in a Recreational League – where normal recruitment for roller derby teams is done through a “fresh meat” course, which lasts a few months and is intended to have you ready to pass your skill assessment at the end of that, ours are ongoing sessions, somewhat more relaxed and intended as both a route into the league and a place for people who want to play but not competitively. Our league is assessing us on the old minimum skills, which were a lot simpler and less demanding, so we can scrimmage, then we have to pass the 2013 minimums to make it into the league. We went over weaving through cones, hops, hits, and topped it all off with a light contact scrimmage. It was potentially a bad idea doing this straight after hitting drills, as some people… forgot we weren’t doing full contact and caused some issues! We did pretty good in our scrimmage, I think. As a jammer I did a pretty sneaky move, I dropped down really low and attempted to follow the other team’s jammer through her own team. It almost worked, they caught me at the last moment, but it left me with only two blockers to deal with and I sidestepped past them pretty easily!
Cone weaving, however, was a nightmare. For the skills we’re doing, the cones have to be 6ft apart. However, my league have decided to do them 5ft apart, which is the new requirement, to get us used to it. On my first attempt, I glided past the majority of them – so did almost everyone in front of me, so that’s not so bad. On my second attempt, I slowed down and a started off well, but missed one cone and from then on out I was totally out. I was told later by one of the vets that my weaving was good, and by the rest of my group that it looked good, but I wasn’t actually weaving between the cones – I was sort of weaving out in the spaces in between, and in over the cones! It bugged me for a while that I couldn’t get this. I need to sort my laterals out, which’ll hopefully help a lot. Hitting was great. Paired up with my wife, we gave it our best. After practice, we go for cake, and a couple of the ladies there said they were going easy n each other because they hadn’t done it in so long. We laughed – not us! I almost knocked her into an open cupboard door.
Finally, regarding the wife. I’ve never totally bought in to the idea of a derby wife – it reminded me of those years around year ten where everyone referred to each other as their “wifeys”, which wasn’t a bad thing, just nothing I ever found applicable. I have since gained a derby wife, almost accidentally, and I understand it now. For those not in the know, a derby wife isn’t anything more than a good friend, one you click with really well, talk to a lot of the time and just find yourself gelling with. Over time they become the person you’d do practically anything for. It’s a derby equivalent of a bestie, but in a situation like derby which is pretty intimate and where you are literally sharing sweat, “wife” makes sense. Most people get derby hitched, mine just happened! We got on well from the first week, NSO together, talk all the time (spend most of our time on track talking!) After out first bout NSOing we went and had a totally romantic fluorescent lit KFC dinner and then went to the after party together. Eventually, everyone else decided we were derby wives, and then we just supposed we were. So we are, and that’s totally cool!
I’m meant to be sleeping now. Getting up for our bootcamp in Leeds at 5am! I woke up in a panic because something in my mind told me it was 8:20am (how very precise, you misleading rascal) and, obviously, decided now would be the perfect time to blog. This weekend is going to be exhausting but so exciting, and I’m sure I’ll have lots to talk about next time!