Day Forty Five: Wonderbolts Weekend Part 2

The day is finally here, my first game. I'm a bit jittery but surprisingly focused - it helps we have a lot of things to do in preparation and once we're allowed out to test the track I can put some of my tension into the floor by pounding out a few laps, jumps and the like.

It occurred to me at some point when teams have a shoutout it's often hard to understand what they're yelling, especially up in the stands. I wondered briefly what "Focus" might sound like to the crowd. And then went back to focusing before losing myself in mirth

Maybe something like "Hocus Pocus"?
Nothing untoward crossed my mind instead, I can assure you.

Fitness: We spent most of the morning skating, warming up, playing and dancing. All and all, lots of movement today.

Aikido: Ah, no. WAIT. No. Attempting to use Cheng Hsin and my one and a half Judo moves in a light hearted but determined impromptu wrestling match doesn't count. We only played five rounds anyway.

Derby: Yes. All the ridiculous things my old league said to me were washed away in the clear light of the lineups and support from the Wonderbolts. I was in the first line up, and alternating line ups with occasional double outs and I had turns jamming. I had a run as jammer, a straight from the textbook power jam, and with some amazing support from the team I clocked up an easy 15 or 20 points. Honestly, I can't remember how many scoring passes I managed, I only checked the score intermittently as time wore on as I became more embroiled in each step as it came to pass. I happy with this - possibly the best way to play would be jam by jam. I don't even know what else to say. I'm thrilled, everything that happened today let me know I made the right choice. Playing a game has helped me identify focal areas for improvement, but overall, for a first game I think that's one I can be well proud of. I had so much fun.

Diet: Some fruit for breakfast, a muesli bar and a helping of freaking out a bit. After the bout I ate several more muesli bars, a bite of subway, then we headed off to find some deep fried victory chips. Possibly a punnet of victory chips later, the evening disintegrates into beer, more chips, pre-packaged chicken meals, cocktails and something from a classy (and vaguely leaky) cask bag. Serious celebrationary energy reloading. Or something. Hell, we had one heck of a party. We'd earned it.

Sleep: We hit the sack around 3.30am, got up again at 6.30am - who needs sleep when you've had a can of victory instead? Actually, I was just having such a fantastic time all weekend that ran over my need to get any proper nap time.




What can I say?  Nothing seems to even begin to encompass the level of inclusion, fun, awesomeness and just... just... I don't know how to describe it. Ultimate warm fuzzies. This year is going to be amazing.

Even more fantastic than puppies playing grass hockey