Squirmy

Roller derby is taking over my life- I've never found a sport I genuinely enjoyed this much before. My confidence on 8 wheels is growing session by session and there are three a week. I'm getting loads of exercise out of it too, which is a welcome byproduct. I find myself wishing away the days between training and daydreaming about the super shiny, super fast floor of our Sunday training hall. I got taken out by a girl on Friday and landed on her wheel. I can't help but feel a certain sense of pride every time I look at the huge bruise on my backside, and almost look forward to checking its colourful progress every morning.

I spotted an ad for a second hand pair of  Riedell entry level skates on facebook yesterday and have enquired about them as I can't afford a new pair at the moment. I'm checking for a reply nearly every five minutes. This is sickening!

But I love it...

And here they are...

Roller Derby!

A few local teams have been holding taster sessions so the other day me and a friend took ourselves off to have a go. After we had managed to stop ourselves running away in fear at the last minute, we had a right larf. It was really badly organised and we didn't get to skate for long due to the shortage in hire equipment but I've ordered my first pair of skates at the ripe old age of 25 and am heading to another team's session on Sunday! I have already bought some sparkly gold laces for my boots.

There can't be anything better than getting to dress up like a little emo in full war paint and a really short skirt then skating round a track where you're supposed to push people over, right? All that, and I get to use a scary name too! Watch out girls, Blunt Force Norma is coming to get you...

Once I have learnt to skate.