My first practice was fun. I was shaky as can be on my skates but I toughed it out and worked hard. I had a couple of falls (some were even intentional) but left feeling amazing! Sure, I was like a baby trying to walk for the first time, but I hung in there. There was another newbie (aka fresh meat) with me so it was nice to see that I was not alone in my suckiness. It seemed like I was getting things pretty well and all I needed to do was get better balance and all would fall into place.
It was empowering.
The high was awesome! I went to bed that night thinking I was the king high shit and I would be ready to get a uniform on and bout in no time at all. I freaking rocked!
Then I woke up. Really. Damn...my legs hurt! Holy crap, who knew I even had muscles there?! Did you know? I didn't. My quads hurt the most (that's the upper thigh muscles). I couldn't even lift my legs to put them on the coffee table in front of me. I laid low for the next couple of days and didn't do much of anything except some light treadmill walking at the gym. My next practice was just around the corner and I was going to be ready even if I was a little sore still...or so I thought.
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