Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year

I got my roller derby skates on Thursday. As soon as I got home and brought them in from the porch I strapped them on and skated up and down the hallway. I fell hard on my ass twice. I got back up and skated some more.

My pads and helmet arrived on Saturday. I went straight out and bought outdoor wheels. I bolted them on my skates and skated around the garage and driveway. I fell on my tailbone - hard - and got up and skated back and forth some more. I landed on my wrist one time, so I went inside, put on my wrist guards, and skated some more.

At 11:30 on New Year's Eve I strapped on my skates and wrist guards and headed for the driveway. I skated back and forth, making slow figure eights, listening to fireworks in the distance. I gathered too much speed and went careening off into the grass, shrieking with glee as I sped through the air, finally losing my balance and falling on my face. I landed on the left side of my face and shoulder and my glasses flew off. I groped for them, held them up and saw they were bent in a most unnatural way. I started to giggle. I looked up at the sky and laughed.

I thought, "This is my year." And then I laughed some more.

I got up, went back into the house and slid my elbow pads over my scraped and bruised arms. I went back outside and skated some more. I fell again. And again. And I laughed and giggled as I arced across the driveway, sometimes gracefully and sometimes with my arms flailing. 

It was wonderful.

This is my year.

Happy 2012, everyone.


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