Wednesday, September 25, 2013

so technically

I don't have (at this point) eleven days until I can skate again - technically I have a week.  But, since they probably won't let me skate at Thursday scrimmage, I have to wait until Sunday and skate with the unassessed skaters (just to show I'm ok and able to skate safely).

I may end up going to the rink the day before just to get some skate time in because I am sooooooo frickin' going through withdrawal.

In other news, I did end up putting up a platform for Board of Directors position.  YEAH I KNOW.  It's for "Lead WFTDA Representative", which means I would be the liaison between our league and WFTDA.  I'm on the computer about 99.9% of my daily life anyway, it's just be one more site to visit.  Whee?

Monday, September 23, 2013

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

slowly going stir crazy


The first bout of the season was this past Saturday; I spent the entire time up at the box office RAGE RAGE RAGE.  My team lost both its games (half hour round-robin sorta things).  RAGE RAGE

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

what's in a name?

our home team is getting new jerseys this year (it rotates each year) so I had to fill out the database with my size, number and name.

Back in the proverbial day, a lot was made about YOUR DERBY NAME IS AN ALTER EGO FOR YOUR AWESOMENESS.  The Two Evils database was religiously checked for duplicates and whatnot.

I had no personal connection to "Queen Kicktoria".  I liked how it sounded and it was available.  (Other names I liked: "Helena Handbasket", "Chick Palahniuk", "Nom de Guerre"*.)   It's not my "alter ego", it's just a nickname that I use on the track.

That's why, for about a day or so, I really agonized about going back to skating under a variant of my real last name - the original spelling of my (married) last name, which had an umlaut in it.


Eventually I decided to keep my derby name.  I'm Queenie.  I wear crowns.  I shriek.  I give a royal wave during team intros.  That's who I am now.

 Travel season, who knows.
*and if I hadn't gotten married (or kept my maiden name), "The Wreck of the Whitney Fitzgerald"

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


Saturday afternoon, shortly after drinking a 20 ounce bottle of water, I had a coughing fit.

and nothing happened.

It was amazing. 

Seriously.  Y'all may not understand - I've spent the last three years of my life having to do all these little tricks and lifehacks to not wet my pants when I cough/sneeze/jump more than once, and to not have to do's going to take a while to get used to.

My follow up appointment is on Thursday.  I'm hoping that my doctor will let me go back on skates, at the very least (when I asked him about going back and he said "six weeks", I'd asked about "playing roller derby") in a week or so. 

I also hope that I can get a green light quickly because I signed up for an Intro to Parkour class!  "Adult Beginner classes are designed for any adult looking to get their foot in the door into the parkour world. We offer rolling admission to all classes – there is no start or end date. Curriculum changes week to week and encompasses all forms of basic vaults, balancing, quadrupedal movements, and climbing."  

I signed Maverick up for a kid class, and we're both pretty excited about it. 

I need to find more stuff like this - jogging and weight lifting and cross training and all that, I hate with the intensity of a thousand suns and want to die.  Roller derby and orienteering, I absolutely adore.