ain't too much for me to jam
odd this moment of muscular clarity. and during which i shall tell an unlikely story. a tale of triumph.
oh hark. oh hark.
the savannah derby devil's rollergirl boot camp. yeah i did it. on a whim and a prayer. i don't know why i wanted to lace up a pair of traditional four wheel roller skates and barely make it around a gym floor and learn some basic skating and falling techniques for derby. it was pretty much spur of the moment. what the hell else am i doing from eight o clock at night till ten instead of jerking off and watching some shite on investigation discovery? i could spare the twenty bucks and the time. i signed up. i survived.
happy campity camp lasted four days. the third and fourth were brutal because every part of me ached. it's funny because i don't consider myself particularly lazy, lardy, anti-physical activity- my days of failing physical education (yeah i failed p.e. back in high school one semester) are far behind me- yet i am so goddamned out of shape. like whoa, people. like whoa. and it took squatting for two hours a day to tell me that.
but the whole experience was fun. challenging in a good way. and some words of encouragement and the joy of learning crossovers without faceplanting sort of sparked a genuine interest in the sport. i was uncertain about continuing to tryouts, but that same spirit that drew me to boot camp in the first place is singing in a hundred tiny little voices (think vocalising flowers in a field of rainbow color) to go for it. i've got nothing to lose and hell you know what? it'd be nice to follow through with something for once. dare i say it, nice to accomplish the ultimate goal and JOIN A TEAM. (i think i could be a jammer. wheeee)
which is why the prospect of tryouts alone is putting me in bizzaro world. i'm not into sports. never have been. why now? why this? who am i becoming? dear franz kafka, am i to awake an insect?
did i also mention the money involved? why do my interests have to rape my wallet? i was hoping to sparkle motion my current bike and move onto building a new one. now it looks like i need to put that on hold to drop some dolla' dolla' bills ya'll on some skates.
wtf.
wish me luck.
oh hark. oh hark.
the savannah derby devil's rollergirl boot camp. yeah i did it. on a whim and a prayer. i don't know why i wanted to lace up a pair of traditional four wheel roller skates and barely make it around a gym floor and learn some basic skating and falling techniques for derby. it was pretty much spur of the moment. what the hell else am i doing from eight o clock at night till ten instead of jerking off and watching some shite on investigation discovery? i could spare the twenty bucks and the time. i signed up. i survived.
happy campity camp lasted four days. the third and fourth were brutal because every part of me ached. it's funny because i don't consider myself particularly lazy, lardy, anti-physical activity- my days of failing physical education (yeah i failed p.e. back in high school one semester) are far behind me- yet i am so goddamned out of shape. like whoa, people. like whoa. and it took squatting for two hours a day to tell me that.
but the whole experience was fun. challenging in a good way. and some words of encouragement and the joy of learning crossovers without faceplanting sort of sparked a genuine interest in the sport. i was uncertain about continuing to tryouts, but that same spirit that drew me to boot camp in the first place is singing in a hundred tiny little voices (think vocalising flowers in a field of rainbow color) to go for it. i've got nothing to lose and hell you know what? it'd be nice to follow through with something for once. dare i say it, nice to accomplish the ultimate goal and JOIN A TEAM. (i think i could be a jammer. wheeee)
which is why the prospect of tryouts alone is putting me in bizzaro world. i'm not into sports. never have been. why now? why this? who am i becoming? dear franz kafka, am i to awake an insect?
did i also mention the money involved? why do my interests have to rape my wallet? i was hoping to sparkle motion my current bike and move onto building a new one. now it looks like i need to put that on hold to drop some dolla' dolla' bills ya'll on some skates.
wtf.
wish me luck.