In Which Roller Derby Kicks My Butt
The positive side is that I don’t really need to invest in any fitness equipment outside my skates and requisite protective gear… but sometimes I feel like I’ve signed myself up not for roller derby, but for systematic organized torture. At least that’s what I was proclaiming (amidst mutter the F word under my breath) during the second half of practice last night.
We started out practice with some on-skate endurance stuff, including knee falls, which absolutely kick my butt. My thighs will be screaming from those by the end of the day, I’m sure. Then we took off the skates and gear, swapped them for tennis shoes, and returned to the rink floor for the torture, I mean, core exercises. There were crazy crunches and planks and a whole lot of shaking arms while I held my 230 lb self off the floor with a foot and one hand.
I’ll post at some point my thoughts, feelings, observances about roller derby so far, but for now let me just say this:
Ouch.
