We had our one-month assessments in New Girl over the weekend. While I’ve definitely improved a bit (when I’m allowing myself to breathe and listen rather than focusing on the negative), I hadn’t gotten up to speed with the rest of my class. The call came on Sunday as I drove through Navasota on the Hill Country Yarn Crawl – I wouldn’t be joining my classmates for the second month of training.
I’ve taken it well. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been safe for me to continue. I couldn’t get out of my head enough to improve physically. Keeping up with the pace line was next to impossible for me. I know I don’t have a lot of years left to get into derby, but I have a plan ahead of the next tryout in the spring. More conditioning. Less beer. More squats. Fewer complaints. We’ll see where that gets me.
Wall squats. Lunges. Squat pyramids (on and off skates). Crunches. More squats. Push-ups (but not as many of those, as I’d like my forearm tendons to remain intact). I’m focusing on the basics right now, as my month 1 assessment for New Girl is coming on Saturday. Gotta stay low. Core tight. Knees bent and soft.
It’s been a hell of a journey for me. In some ways, I feel like my skills have regressed due to my being timid about skating the track right. But people I skate with tell me that’s not the case, that they see me doing things now that I couldn’t do when this crazy time started.
The truth is somewhere in the middle. I know my chances of surviving this first cut are very, very slim.
I’m OK with this. MORE than OK with this, really. Who’da thunk it? I just started banked track in June. In September, I made New Girl. I hadn’t even intended to try out when I started! To have made it this far, to have lasted through the whole first month WITHOUT QUITTING – this is huge for me. I feel like an honest also-ran at the Oscars. It was an honor just to be chosen for the program. And now, I have a much better idea of what I need to do to make it farther.
It’s going to take a lot more conditioning. A lot more squats. Thousands of laps around that track. Hundreds of repetitions of box turns, T-stops, plow stops, falls. I’m game. I plan to try out again. This sport is too fun for me to give up on now.