Flood Day!

No school today because a pipe broke and the D-Pod is flooded.  It’s a sign from the spirits, cuz damn I need this day off after that whirlwind of a fun, derby-filled, girl weekend.

I didn’t log my food or my exercise, but here’s what I can tell you:

  • I did my 50 pushups and 50 crunches each day.  
  • I played a shit ton of derby!
    • Saturday Scrimmage
    • Saturday 5 on 5 tourney
    • Sunday Bloody Sunday
  • I ate… some healthy food.. but mostly not.  😦  ?
    • Saturday–Quinoa Bowl w/ maple syrup, apple, almonds.  3 eggs scrambled w/ spinach.  Jimmy Johns vito for lunch… with a coke…  McDonalds cheeseburgers, fries, and diet Dr. Pepper for dinner…  some energy bites and cuties in between.
    • Sunday: … sausage, biscuit, egg breakfast sammie… plus a biscuit sausage sammie…  energy bite.  Naked Protein smoothie…  veggies and hummus…  beer.  nachos.

So yeah, mostly a bad Mean@$$, but I could have done worse.  (You can’t expect me to avoid McDonald’s or spicy sausage when everyone else is eating it!)  Anyway.  Was stressed out and feeling a lil sorry for myself when Eve & I pulled in to Sunday Bloody Sunday.  Slipped and fell on the ice, landed hard on my knee.  Then I laid there crying for a few minutes until Brix and Eve peeled me off of the ice.  My knee is fine.  It hurt.  I think for a split second I thought it might have been really hurt, but I think mostly I was stressed out and disappointed by getting our asses beat so hard by the MHC team at the Cheyenne 5 on 5 tourney.  It wasn’t so much “losing” to them as it was my three trips to the box as the jammer (in five jams…) that had me down.  Here, I’ll list them:

  • Serelson and Quigley hit me out.  Quigley dropped back, but I thought Serelson had hit me out.  Oops.  Stupid on my part.  I think maybe Serelson had hit me out, but Quigley still had a better position on me.  Anyway.  stupid.
  • Quigley and I were jamming together.  She hit me out, then dropped back.  I started skating back to get behind her.  Her team skated back with her.  So I paused to assess the situation and figure out what to do, when PG said (he was not reffing, but spectating at this time) “She’s not in play, you can’t cut her.”  I knew I had to enter behind her.  But when he said that, I assumed he meant since jammers are never in play, I could go in front of her–something weird with the new rules.  So I went in front of her… and back to the box.  (He meant NOT to cut her, b/c it WAS a penalty.)
  • Quigley and I were jamming together again.  I grabbed Eve’s belt to pull myself through their two blockers.  Quigley, next to me, saw, and rammed into my arm.  Intentionally.  She wasn’t trying to go through or anything, I wasn’t blocking her, but still: multiplayer major on me.

We were supposed to play them again, and I really wanted to, so I could redeem my integrity.  Plus.  Well.  I admit it–I have a little bit of a derby crush on Quigley and this night only emphasized it.  But it was 10:30 and snowing and we were in Cheyenne so instead we went home.  I’ll have to face her (them) another day to redeem myself.  (And it was really fun playign w/ Blew, Eve, Ho J, Batty, and Shank in our bad assed unitards.)

The other thing Quigley did…  her team was ahead and I think it was the fourth jam.  The other team’s jammer was in the box (another team of DRDers, but I think these ones were BA, not MHC) when Quigley, jamming, got a major.  She rolled over to the box and stood there, not sitting down, so that the other team’s jammer served a full minute, and was unable to score again during that jam.

Anyway, so I was laying there on the ice, upset about having been “Quigley’d” and my knee really hurt and I was crying and not getting up and Eve and Brix thought I was really hurt, like doctor hurt, and then I got in the War*house still crying and everyone was all worried and I felt really stupid b/c I knew my knee was just fine.  Ow.  But fine.

So yeah.  My weekend.

 

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