So yesterday I turned 38. Whee? I feel pretty damned good though - I'm probably in the best shape I've been in the last 15-20 years. We scrimmaged last night and when I went to the penalty box, I asked if I could only spend 30 seconds, as a birthday present. (As it turned out, it was the last jam of the night, so I only spent 21 seconds or so.) The penalty box also sang Happy Birthday to me ("Happy Birthday, White 691....")
Earlier in the week, I took apart my skates and cleaned them. I ordered a whole bunch of hardware parts because they were getting all warped and bent. When I went to skate last night, I was a mess - I took a really bad fall during tomahawk stops, which *never* happens. I figured it was because my trucks were loose, so I cranked 'em down, but it kept happening, so I cranked 'em again, but it STILL kept happening, so I stopped and skated slowly around, trying to figure out what was wrong.
The edges of my wheels (Radar Diamonds, which I still love except that it's a bitch to get the bearings out and in) wear down over time, so I rotate them around when I clean them. The one I put on my left inside back axle was worn down quite a bit. I realized as I was doing crossovers that I push off on that edge, and when the edge was not there, I stumbled a little bit. So I put a sharper edged wheel there and was fine.
Our team played awesomely last night - there was one point where three of us were holding their Best Jammer Ever back, and she was *pissed* about it.
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