Game Day!

Just a quick one today, friends, because I have tons of running around to do still…

Adams Ice Centre!
Tonight!
First whistle at 7 pm

This marks the guild’s first intra league bout… All of our own players… Playing against one another!

I’m pretty thrilled how our league has grown in numbers to make it happen!

A portion of the proceeds go to Womanspace! Tickets are $10, kids 10 and under free!

Come one, come all!

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Hello, I’m bored!

Our team is on hiatus.

Not in a bad way, though any time off skates is super shitty, but in a we-lost-our-venue way. Our local car dealerships have decided to move their vehicle inventory indoors during the bitter months, which essentially leaves us out in the cold.

I went through various emotional stages when our leave of absence began:

STAGE ONE: Missing the gals.
The minute I walked out the door after our last practice, I was immediately on Facebook, begging for reassurance we wouldn’t be separated until our next practice till January. Neediness set in.

STAGE TWO: S.A.D.
Skating Affective Disorder. Much like how some miss the sun in the winter which then affects their moods, I began to feel utterly depressed the fact I wouldn’t be wearing my skates, let alone skating in them. I debated wearing them while watching TV, just to make sure the boots would stay formed to my feet. Sadness set in.

STAGE THREE: Fitness obsession.
Taking a hiatus during the most popular season to eat had me stressed out. The last thing I want is to turn soft after how hard I’ve been training. Solution: running the treadmill. Three times a week.

Ugh.

The good news is I’m super-impressed at how my body’s responding to the change in training. Derby’s made me a way stronger runner. Acceptance set in.

STAGE FOUR: Finding reasons to go to Calgary.
Lloyd’s Roller Rink plays nasty music, is a bit pricey and covered in kids. Yet I tried to find any excuse to get to Calgary to skate there. (Yes, we have to go to Ikea TODAY!) I wasn’t the only one… 4 other dames and one future ref was also there when I arrived. Relief set in.

STAGE FIVE: Finding a place to skate.
Can I just say a HUGE shoutout to the Village of Nobleford who have taken a chance on us crazy skaters and let us hang in their community centre? Can I also give a HUGE shoutout to Betty Believit for convincing them to give us a chance to skate on their wood floors?

We had our first skate there last night… It was a little slick, it was a little small, but for $20/hour, we’ll take it! I only hope our wheels keep the floors damage-free so they will let us continue.

So all-in-all, I’m surviving the the hiatus. And the good news is, it will be over sooner than later, because…

We have our next bout to plan!!!!!

January 15! North Pavilion! 7 pm start!
Deathbridge Derby Dames vs Gnarlies Angels from Rossland, BC
AND
Black and White Rookie Scrimmage!
Tickets $10!

Please search ‘Deathbridge Derby Dames bs vs Gnarlies Angels on Facebook for all event details! I’ll post a poster soon too!!

I’m so excited! I hope to see you there!!

We want the funk!

Anyone watch Glee?

It’s sort of my guilty pleasure right now. I will forgo all work and play and make time for this show. In fact this week I brushed off a deadline job, just to watch it, causing me to stay up until 4 a.m. to finish the project on time.

Insane? Maybe a little.

Anyway, this week’s episode was about getting into a funk. The Glee Club was letting their main competition for regionals get into their head. They had to find their own ways to bring themselves out of that funk, which, in the end, was essentially beating down the opposing team in the same way they brought them down, by getting into their heads.

I have a point, I promise.

The injury monster has gotten into my head. And I’ve been trying hard to push him out because it put me in a weird funk.

As a result, I missed morning skate this morning.

But I’ve now come to the realization that it’s okay to be injured. It’s okay to take some time off to heal. Derby is a big part of my life right now and taking 3 days, 1 week, 5 weeks off isn’t going to change that. I shouldn’t feel guilty about taking that time off because playing injured isn’t going to help anybody on my team.

Today, I feel ridiculously rested and ready to get back on 8 wheels.

But you know what got me fired up most? This, which made me realize the injury funk wasn’t the only thing that had me hostage…

THIS IS ROLLER DERBY – trailer #1 from THIS IS ROLLER DERBY the movie on Vimeo.

(My apologies for it not embedding. Vimeo is giving me grief.)

And you know what line got me the most fired up? This line…

“It’s fun. You get to pretend you’re somebody else. You get to dress up. And you get to beat the shit out of your friends.”

You get to beat the shit out of your friends!

I’m not a violent gal. Girls on our team are snowboarders, former rugby players or have punched other people in faces out of anger. I’m not like that… I’m a lover, not a fighter 😉 BUT does that diminish my ability to play derby?

No way. Because this is how I’m looking at it now.

Derby is a job. It’s my job to hit girls. It’s my job to take hits. And all the other gals on my team, that’s their job too. I’m pretty sure something in my head was holding me back and I didn’t want to hurt my new friends. Fuck that shit. If I don’t do my job, I lose my job, or get benched, plain and simple.

Time to go 100% badass.

*******

This week we had some gals pull out of the team. They just couldn’t make the commitment for practice, mixed in with everything else in their lives. It really made me sad and also question my own dedication. But I’m in it now to skate for those gals too. Sapph Ic Slammer, Devil’s Viagara… I’ll miss you like crazy! Best of luck and see you on 8 wheels soon!!!!

And for your viewing pleasure… a little bit of Glee Marky Mark love…

Snow Day • Name Day

Snow has hit the ground hence no practice for me tonight.

I’m kind of overly obsessed with practice right now because going all winter without being on skates is worrying me. Yes, I’m pretty comfy on them, but have no idea how balanced I’ll stay with 9 other girls in a close pack around me… Not to mention hitting.

Falls are part of the deal; totally get that. But if I can learn to throw my weight to avoid a fall, I’d prefer that.

So with snow on the ground and me snuggled under a blanket, let’s talk names. Derby girls get to pick a kick-ass name. It’s kind of the perk to the deal to pick an alter ego. I don’t know about my counterparts, but see me at work and you’d have no idea I’d be into derby. Having an alter ego is going to be one of the funnest parts. So I threw a couple around with the help of the husband…

Martini Mauler
Martini Mayhem

People think they’re funny when they call me Martini. (My real name is Martina) So the name kind of fits I suppose. But right now I don’t really see my role as a mauler or causing mayhem in derby. I think my body will be more built for speed so I’ve picked a kick-ass animal combo that I think says me….

Wait for it…

Barra Cougar

Barracuda’s (it’s a fish y’all; the kind that killed Nemo’s family and the cause of his gimpy fin?) have wicked teeth, as I have been told I have a mean set of incisors. Plus they are fast, lean and tend to frenzy feed in packs… Seems obvious.

Cougar… Well, they are slender, agile and I like kitties. It’s also a bit of a pun on my age… And no, I won’t be bringing home 20-somethings from derby to live up to the ‘other’ part of that name. (unless your name is Ben Pouliot or Carey Price and you reside in Montreal hahahaha)

So there you have it… Call me #6 Barra Cougar of the Deathbridge Derby Dames!

Haters can suck it.

PS if you looked in the right upperish corner of the blog you see I already had my name publicized. But I figured I’d post a method to my name-choosing-madness since this is MY diary. Suck it again, haters.