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Double Threats, via Kamikaze Kitten

Double Threats, via Kamikaze Kitten

I’m not sure I’m experienced enough to comment on Kami’s idea regarding “AL,” but there are a couple of parts of this article I liked and that I think apply to playing derby, not just being a “Double Threat.”

1) Self-Talk.  I learned this from Raven LunaChic.  In 2013, the Contenders played PPDD’s Slamazons.  It was my first bout as Captain, and the first bout where I was in the primary jammer rotation.  We didn’t have She Who, Ho J, or Pippi, and I was feeling pressured to succeed.  I went to the penalty box four times as the jammer.  Oi.  Raven handed me the jammer panty and said “CALM DOWN.”  I went “oh.  ok.  calm down.”  And I did and I played fine the rest of the game.

2) Step One: Self Assess.  Step Two: Adjust.  I would break it down a bit more, to:

  • Step One: Be Aware.  Know what helps you succeed and what makes you struggle.
  • Step Two: Self-Assess.  If you are struggling (or succeeding), be able to identify why.
  • Step Three: Adjust.  And the more quickly you are able to do so, the better.

For me, I now know I jam better when I am calm.  At a recent home team bout, I had four jammer penalties in the first half.  I kept wracking my brain between jams, but I couldn’t figure out what was up.  I wasn’t stressed about the game, so I didn’t need to calm down, what was it?  At half time, two people approached me separately, but with the same advice.  (Gaygan and Dave Wood.)  They both told me to calm down.  Huh.  I realized I had indeed been playing frantically.  We were missing our three strongest skaters: Misto, Cass, and Bob.  I felt more pressure to play well, and as always: the pressure led to epic failure.  I calmed down the second half and played fine.

So.  Step One: I know that I jam well when calm.  Step Two: I am still working on being aware of this happening.  Step Three: I am able to adjust, but need to work on step two so that I can adjust more quickly.

In terms of blocking…  I’m still on Step One.  I don’t really know what I do when I block well, or what’s missing when I struggle.  For jamming: I need to quickly self-asses what’s interfering with success when I struggle.  (I’m still torn–maybe Kami is right and it is a two-step process.  I just feel like I know what it is, I’m just not always able to ID when it’s happening…)

So, I need to work on: becoming aware of why I block well/why I don’t and

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Grump Cat Break

Grump Cat Break

Take a break from derby to improve my attitude?

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Congratulations, Menace.

Congratulations, Menace.  You made the Rocky Mountain Rollergirls Contenders.  And those chicks nominated, then unanimously voted you in as their Captain.  Wow.  Remember October 2010, when you started playing Roller Derby?  Remember December 2010, when RMRG had just won WFTDA Nationals and you took this picture after passing your WFTDA Minimum Skills Test and becoming a Castle Rock ‘n Roller?

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RMRG seemed pretty far away, remember?  Denver’s roller derby league (you hadn’t heard of the Dolls yet) who’d won Nationals.  By one point.  AJ and Uber Alice had come down to run practices, and they were just soo amazingly awesome and cool.  Remember?

A year later, November 2011.

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You played with Castle Rock against RMRG’s Kill Scouts at the Fillmore.  For 15 minutes.  During halftime of an RMRG Contenders vs. Bruising Altitude bout.  Remember seeing those badass skaters take the track?  Remember when they came out to warm up and your jaw dragged across The Fillmore’s floor?  Queen Elizabitch.  Megalops.  Toxic Taunic.  May Q Pay.  Red Die.  Uber Alice. RoboFlow.  She Who.  You screamed and screamed and screamed for Uber Alice, since you knew her and she was your favorite jammer.

And the next day. you attended RMRG Tryouts.  And Frak ignored you, and Megalops hugged you and and Sunny D evaluated you.  And your first RMRG practice–a Thursday Cruelie practice.  Push-Pull carts.  You nearly died of exhaustion.

Remember that girl, Menace?  Remember how cool you thought those Contenders were? Congratulations.  You’re one of them now.  You’re their Captain.  Your dreams came true, look:

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Also.  You adore RoboFlow.  She’s beautiful–gorgeous.  With the perfect body and most amazing rear end.  Check out that ^ picture.  It looks like RoboFlow butt, but it isn’t!  Nice work.  (Yeah, I just congratulated myself on my ass.  What?)

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Murderball Madness!

Food:

  • Jimmy Dean Turkey Sausage muffin w/ coffee and creamer and Naked Berry Blast
  • Italian Sammie w/ fries and ranch and two beers
  • Bertolli Chicken Parmesan Pasta meal w/ wine and homemade garlic “bread”
  • dove chocolates
  • ice cream

Exercise:

  • Reilly walk w/ Tim
  • 50 pushups
  • 50 situps

Hit up my brother’s Murderball Tourney yesterday with my husband.  We met my dad, Rowdy, Eve, and Lops there.  It was so fun!  Matt is a fucking beast!  We saw two games yesterday; his team played and won three.  The first game they played against their own “B” team, so it was a bit of a blow-out.  But… it was cool to watch, and I got to the one friend of Matt’s I know play, Javi.  What was super cool is that while Matt is basically the best player on his team…  Javi didn’t get a whole lot of play time (he’s much more impaired than Matt.)  But… I got to see both play, and it’s cool that he’s Matt’s bf on the team.  The second game was really close, vs. the University of Arizona (@Tuscon) Wildcats.  Apparently they’d stomped Matt’s team earlier this season.  Well, the Quin’s returned the favor yesterday.  It was badass.  They had two girls on their team and both were really good.

Then we came home, I had Bertolli and wine and passed out.  Matt has two more games today, but it’s during Sunday Bloody Sunday so I’m missing.  Sad day.

It was super fun, and it was extra special since my friends came!  I posted it on the forum since I think Roller Derby and Murderball would draw similar crowds, and maybe we could cross advertise or something (or the Harlequinns could do a halftime show, which was an idea that came up,) but I didn’t really expect anyone to come.  Then three people did!  And it was super fun and we had a great time and I love ROLLERDERBY.

Oh.  And Matt is dating this girl Morgan and I met her yesterday.  Verdict pending.

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Martini Madness is Right

Food:

  • Jimmy Dean turkey sausage biscuit w/ grapefruit and brown sugar
  • Luna Bar
  • 3 extra large martinis
  • bar nuts, cheese platter, Thai Chicken Flatbread

Exercise:

  • 50 toe pushups
  • 50 situps (25 crunches, 25 v-ups)
  • Saturday Scrimmage

Yeah, so I hit up Saturday Scrimmage yesterday because I hate Body Pump and the Spin instructor was the marimba lady.  It was fun, but also frustrating, as per usual.  I tried being “YODA” instead of “R2D2” and that was a disaster.  Try Not, Do. Or Do Not.  My ass.  So today to avoid further disaster I’ll just be R2D2 today.  Which makes me really sad.  Whatever.

We’ve been practicing flippy-spinny stuff to break out as a jammer.  I’ve now applied the move thrice to blocking.  “Oh, you think you’re in front of me, jammer?” Flip.  “How you like me now, bitch?”  Granted yesterday it landed me in the penalty box (high block.)  Didn’t feel anybody’s face on me anywhere, so whatevs.  I was “shiny” yesterday.  That’s what I get for showing up at Saturday Scrimmage, I guess.  *Sigh.*  Hopefully my shininess doesn’t extent to today, because that would royally blow.

So then Tim and I went to Union Bistro in Castle Rock for $5 Martini Saturdays.  Oh, I enjoyed that.  A lot.  They bring the shaker and pour your martini at the table, which basically means you get two martinis in one.  😀  I had “The Martini” (Dirty Vodka,) “Acid Rain” (Citrus Vodka, midori, lime and cherry), and a “Black Pearl” (Pearl Vodka, Blackberry Infusion, & lime).  All delicious.  Not as good as the “Ruby Red Slipper” I favor at Siena‘s, but the ambiance more than made up for staring at a wall at Siena’s, sooo….  I’ll live.

Then Tim and I argued the benefits of a 5:15pm movie, or an 8:45pm movie.  He wanted to nap prior to the movie.  I told him if I went to sleep, that would be it for the night.  He won.  I passed out, and at 8:00ish when he tired to get me up had a pounding throbbing horrible headache and wouldn’t do it.  So Tim went to the movie alone and I slept.  Which probably turned out good on my calorie count, since sleeping kept me from eating.  (Friday was such a food disaster.)

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Mojo

Food: (Haven’t been using Fitbit to track food lately…)

  • Honey Nut Cheerios, 1% milk, banana, coffee, sugarfree hazelnut creamer
  • Apple, Greek Yogurt w/ fruit and granola
  • 1% cottage cheese, ham and provolone on wheat (w/o condiments, b/c condiments are evil.)
  • Chocolate Coconut cake (which I also forgot to list yesterday–my “Colin Mom” goody of the week.)
  • Naked Green Machine w/ Greek Yogurt, Honey, and Whey Protein.
  • PIZZA.  and WINE.

Exercise:

  • Short Reilly Walk
  • 73 Toe Pushups (23 uh…  hand release? push-ups @ practice)
  • 73 Situps (25 crunches, 25 cobras, 23 full-out sit-ups)
  • 2 hr league practice
  • 30 minute scrimmage w/ FC vs. Hoods
  • 30 minute FC drill (holy exhaustion, btw.)

I’m not being a very consistent non-TBTer so far this round.  Basketball is keeping me from exercising as much as I like, I’m eating bleh, I’m not using Fitbit to it’s potential in terms of tracking my caloric intake, I’m not even blogging consistently, etc.  I have done my pushups and situps almost every day, though, and I think I’m seeing results. (At the very least I can do 25-30 pushups w/o needing to rest.)  Time will tell.

Yesterday my “monthly gift” arrived.  Thank mother nature.  Holy shitballs.  I’m definitely more… ah… chill… than even yesterday morning.  Still a bit crazy, but hey.

Practice.  We did stuff I’m good at, so that was cool…  and then despite not originally being invited to participate in the FC/Hood scrimmage during TT practice time, the Conts had a last minute invite so most of us skated.  That was cool.  And fun.  And surreal.  And then we did a four-wall w/ a jammer trying to break through drill…  when it was my turn to jam I could hear myself wheezing.  I may actually be related to Darth Vader.  That’s what I sounded like.  It’s exhausting doing that any time, but against four FCers…  Um.  Yeah. But I didn’t give up.  For two whole minutes.  And I think I got by once… and around/through most of them a couple times…  so that was cool.  I guess.

I think it’s pretty clear Evals have been really tough for me.  I really hate being on the committee.  It’s like…  it was hard not making Contenders, and then when I made it, I felt soo much pressure, and realized it’s even harder actually making it.  And then Evals are hard not knowing, right?  Yeah.  1,000x worse knowing.  OMG.

Anyway.  I had two emails this week out of the blue from super awesome skaters telling me to keep my chin up, that I’m doing great.  And of course you guys have been saying that same thing for weeks…  it’s just cool.  My favorite part of derby is how we all take care of each other. It’s evals and we all want the same thing but we support each other in our own goals rather than being negative-ly competitive.  You know?  It’s not just what people are saying to me, but what I’m seeing on the track and in people’s actions and demeanor.  I can look at two girls who I know are fighting for the same spot, who I know realize they are fighting for the same spot, and I can see them cheering each other on, and doing everything they can to help the other girl succeed.

Basically: derby girls are fucking awesome.  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK8mJJJvaes)

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Yeah, I’m riding this wave of 15 mins fame. What?

Food:

  • Honeynut cheerios & 1% milk, coffee & sugar free hazelnut creamer
  • steak salad w/ light avocado lime ranch dressing (Timmy did the grocery shopping this week.)
  • apple.
  • greek yogurt w/ fruit and granola.
  • diet coke, diet caffeine free coke
  • wine. wine. wine.

Exercise:

  • 50 toe pushups
  • 50 situps (25 crunches, 25 cobras)

Yeah, I totally only got like 3000 steps yesterday.  EPiC Fail.  And I don’t even give a fuck.  I’m vacillating between weepy, raging, and don’t give a fuck.  And you know what?  I don’t give a fuck.  But.  ten minutes ago, it might have pissed me off, and two hours ago it had me crying.  Hahaha.  Oh yeah–and I haven’t slept since…  Saturday?  Sunday?  Dunno.  (Hence the wine.)

So.  How about Misto and Fiona and The Amazing Race?  I can’t wait to see them destroy some of those morons.  Mullet man?  Was that real hair?  Georgia accent firemen?  Yowza.  John Wayne’s barbie granddaughter ? Really?  … REALLY?    So anyway.  That’s exciting.  Yay.

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And then…

I feel like writing more, so I’m gonna. Today (Saturday, Prom,) I woke up at 6:30, when I was supposed to get up for 8am Spin, and my throat was sore.  So I thought I’d stay in bed.  Around 7, I got myself up, ate a Jimmy Dean Turkey Sausage muffin w/ a half cup of coffee and sugarfree hazelnut creamer.  Went to Spin.  

Today was a Kim Spin day.  I thought for a second Bill was subbing for her, and almost hit Body Combat & Body Pump instead–but, he was just attending Kim’s class.  I was so mad at him.  He sat in the corner with his iPod on and didn’t really do what Kim was telling us to do–unless it was sprinting.  Despite being rude…  well… it was just downright inappropriate for one instructor to behave that way in another instructor’s class.  His body language told the world he didn’t respect Kim or her ability as an instructor.  I like Kim.  And I especially like her music.  Her classes are okay?  Good?  I think they’re good.  I like them.  

Then my throat really started hurting.  😦  I never really learned to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, and when I try to breathe in through my nose,  I feel like I don’t get enough oxygen.  I grew up a swimmer, and swimmer breathe in through their mouths.  Anyway, I tried extra hard today since that was what hurt my throat, but, it was hard.  

I love Saturdays, and am enjoying getting back into my routine.  I needed these past few days off of derby.  My mood is certainly improved, and despite the sore throat (which I soothed with a cup of green-chamomile-tea w/ honey) I’m feeling pretty good right now.  I also ate a grapefruit w/ brown sugar (nom nom nom) and a No Bake Energy Bite.  And I did some pretend Yoga.  I haven’t had time lately to stretch out my legs/hips/back, and today I finally did and it was bliss.  🙂  I decided I’m going to have Die run a Cont. practice where we just do Yoga the full hour.  Maybe the 4th, after the Hood/Daisy bout, after evals are over, it will be good for everyone mentally/physically.  (Gotta check w/ Blew first, though.)  

Now I think I’m going to take a nap… and read… or catch up on Bones.  I love Tim, but he’s at his friend’s house bottling beer and I’m soooo enjoying some peace and quiet at home.  🙂  Then I’ll have… a chicken salad sandwich?  Chicken and rice?  Something healthy for lunch.  I’m meeting Blew & Vera at Pasquini’s for dinner before Prom.  And then I’m going to try to come strait home from Prom after awards, but apparently I’m parking at Vera’s and we’re riding together and it sounds like it might be kinda far away.  😦  So hopefully everything works out.  I don’t wanna be out too late tonight, and I don’t want to drink.  Really at all.  I need to get my butt home, and then to practice tomorrow.  

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Ouch

Food: Way the fuck over

  • Honey Nut Cheerios, 1% milk, coffee, sugar free hazelnut creamer
  • Cafeteria biscuit w/ gravy (sooo salty), clementine, VitaRain Zero
  • Apple, 1% milk, natural PB & simply J on wheat.  2 homemade bran muffins
  • Curry Chicken Noodle leftovers from Tuesday
  • No Bake Energy Bite, most of a Naked Protein Shake
  • Snap Peas, Hummus, Red Wine

Exercise:

  • 50 toe push ups
  • 50 crunches (25 regular, 25 cobra)
  • 30 min scrimmage
  • 2 hr. Gaygan practice
  • 1 hr. FC practice

I’m down on life again.  Maybe I am S.A.D.  You know, Seasonal Affective Disorder, people who are sad in January.  Maybe it’s PMS.  I don’t fucking know.  Anyway.  I was mopey and craving Biscuits and Gravy from the cafeteria.  Got them.  Totally worth their salty delicious 500+ calories.  Lunch–Colin’s mom sent homemade bran-ish muffins.  I had two, even though they were from Monday and not as delicious as they could have been.  Walked Reilly, ate some leftovers, left early for practice.

It’s sort of fucked up.  I leave half an hour early and I get to practice at the same time.  Traffic.  Ugh.  Scrimmaged for 30 mins.  I pulled my left ass check.  It hurt the rest of practice.  Gaygan practice–100 laps.  I dropped out at 60.  I just don’t have the mental toughness to push through right now.  My back only started hurting at 60, which is pretty fucking good (it usually hurts around 30 and I suffer through til around 70-80.)  My legs were also super tired.  And my butt cramp.  And I was doing the hyperventilating thing and having a hard time breathing again.  Otherwise… practice was good…ish…I think.

Then Travel Team (Fight Club) practice 8-9pm.  I don’t know how to explain that despite being re-christened “Travel Team” practice, Wednesdays are so clearly “Fight Club” practice still.  I was exhausted.  I had most of an Energy Bite and most of a Protein Smoothie thing and we rolled around hitting each other and doing the flippy spinny thing.  I like flippy spinny.  I’m decently good at flippy spinny.  We practiced pairing and dropping back after hitting a jammer out–the partner who hadn’t done the hitting–basically exactly what Quigley did to me last weekend.  But I was so exhausted.  Die told me after Monday that I need to stop and turn around quicker.  So naturally during this drill my stopping and turning around was ridiculously slow.  I had partnered w/ Eve and Cass.  Cass is freaking amazing.  I’d barely dropped back five feet before she was back in bounds and I was clockwise blocking her.  She was also really encouraging, reminding Eve and I we were almost done, to speed up, etc.  I like Cass.  I fell on my bum knee.  It hurts today.

Drove my miserable sorry ass home and decided I wanted to sit up for a bit and drink a glass of wine.  I haven’t been sleeping.  Derby thoughts keeping me awake.  The wine (and muscle relaxor) totally helped.  But this morning I’m sleepy and groggy and blaaah again.

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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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