A lot of people ask me what it feels like (including doctors) and I have found myself trying to come up with an explanation. Here's what I've got so far:
I am a retired roller girl
Retired so that I have more time for Art, my lover (see previous post).
Roller derby is a sport that digs itself into your soul...
...and it hurts.
(Just like Fibromyalgia)
Basically, the goal is to kill each other:
|You can see here that Gwen wants to kill me...|
|...and I want to kill her.|
Last night I went to my first bout since retiring. It was great! It was great to see my derby sisters out there killing each other and it was great to sit behind the bench not on it. I didn't miss it. I was so glad. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the sport but last night I realized that chapter in my life is closed.
So, for all those girls who woke up this morning
feeling like they'd been hit by a Mac truck
all I can say is:
|Thank you Hurricane Alley Roller Derby|