Getting my head into the game...

The next day I feel better and can move with minimal pain.  I still feel like a complete shit for skipping out early though.  I thought "How can you be a roller girl if you can't play through a little pain?". 

Seriously.  Girls that give themselves names like Mount Crushmore and Sk8er Bitch don't go limping home when they get a little sore.  What the hell was my problem?

And it dawned on me.  I am a couch potato.  I have always been a couch potato. 

I was never the girl to join in on sports.  I didn't play on a single team.  I was the girl who watched and thought it was cool and probably a lot of fun...and also a lot of work and a lot of commitment and a lot of hassle.  I always had something better to do.  You know, like go suck down too many chili dogs and make fun of the other girls.  I was never one for athletics.

Roller derby was going to be tough.  It was athletic, very athletic.  If I was going to actually do this thing I needed to find my inner athlete.  Certainly she had to be there somewhere...buried underneath all those layers of fat.  Right?  Right?!

If I didn't get my head into the game I was never going to make it past shaky skater to derby girl.  And I did want to be a derby girl.  I had never done anything like this before and it was time I actually got my fat ass up off the couch and made it happen!  I can do this.  Other girls just as out of shape and long off the skates as I am have done it...all I need is to do is put my mind to it. 

It's not going to be easy.  But dammit...I am going to try and I am going to put my whole self into it!