Boring Life of a Rollergirl

This is my boring life--most of which revolves around roller derby.

• • Sep 6

  That was a bad jam…

  Last night I had a bad jam. A real bad jam.

  I will preface this by saying that this was my first full contact/full practice on skates since the first week of August.

  My body, this morning, is sore and feeling a bit runover-after babying it for weeks because of a back injury.

  So, my bad jam. I was stuck being the goat for almost the ENTIRE TWENTY minutes of the jam (felt like twenty minutes). I had all 4 opposing blockers on me, holding me back. I kept getting knocked out of bounds and forced to go backwards. I have worked really hard in my derby career to NOT be the goat. I know I am slow and my footwork is the pits, which makes me a perfect goat. I try so hard to bust my way through as quickly as possible before the opposing team can really get settled in front of me.

  But not last night. Last night it felt like when I was new and a target. Fuck that. In the process I got elbowed in the face. No penalties called, of course. The jam ended for me when I got called out for a penalty (either major or 4th minor) for cutting the track. I swear up and down I watched the girls hips and came in behind them—but whatever. Probably cut someone else.

  In one of my weaker derby moments, I headed to the penalty box in tears. Once out of the jam and the box, I had to skate away until I could pull myself back together.

  I got back in, and skated the rest of the scrimmage. But, I am still pissed off at myself for being such a fucking target and I am pissed off at myself for not giving myself a break and knowing that sometimes you just have a really fucking bad jam.

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I am a member of the DC Rollergirls.

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