Weekend + Yes, even more derby blather.
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batskeetsThe weekend turned out pretty excellently. Friday night was game night, this time hosted by Kenna, and Wits and Wagers reaffirmed that I suck at trivia, but hey, it was all good fun. Saturday night involved sushi and Ground Kontrol, and then a farewell party for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saofoir and the DoomCo house. I have to say, it was a little weird to be at the DoomCo house, yell out, "SHOTS!" and receive little-to-no response, heh. The times, they are a-changing, but if we're finding ourselves in good spirits, I'm not going to question it.
Sunday was breakfast at Cup and Saucer--ginger buckwheat pancake? OH YES INDEED--and then a spontaneous run of CLEANING ALL THE THINGS. Then it was more derby practice, in which my overenthusiasm for skating on Saturday came back to bite me, and Demon game, in which I actually felt like my character was quasi-useful, even if the session was on the shorter side.
As for Saturday during the day? My horoscope knew where my brain was, when I got up for derby practice:
Although your common sense has returned today, your fantasies have not faded. In spite of your current down-to-earth perspective, you are holding on to your dreams with more determination than ever. There's little room for any kind of distractions, so keep your focus on your goals in spite of the temporary setbacks you encounter along the way. Don't let this chance to achieve success slip through your fingers.
I apparently finished the 50-Lap Killer that day, and even did a sprint lap! I fell on the first attempt, but did the sprint on the second. I'm still so, so slow, but I'm getting better. :) I'd assumed previously that the opposite-direction laps counted towards the 50 Laps, but they don't, so I'd actually finished the 50-Lap Killer at Thursday's practice, too, aside from stopping to re-tie my bootlace. I'm boggled at how quickly this has come together, but I guess form counts for everything. :)
And then, I stayed for over half of Wreckers practice, afterwards. Because I am crazy. XD It was nice, though, just to see some of the girls I haven't been seeing regularly since making FM. They're all progressing, and teaching a metric ton of newbies, and it's really exciting to see.
Also, one of the other Freshies was chatting with me during scrimmage at practice Saturday, and she mentioned that I'd come up in conversation, the other day. Apparently, she and the few other girls involved agreed that I had a really good attitude. As she put it, even though I'm not endurance cleared, I don't let the frustration get to me, I don't sit out, and I never complain.
I almost had to laugh when I heard that, because I've spent the past two months feeling as though the frustration was getting to me, and that it was, at times, so close to breaking me apart. Hell, it still could, for all I know. And perhaps it's just that nobody sees the uglier side of my attitude. I tend to hold in my negative feelings when I'm not with closer friends whom I trust, and I retreat into my hidey-hole when I'm feeling dispirited and down on myself. I definitely saw myself doing that just a week or two ago, putting less of myself into practice, and even being more solitary and less social with others on the squad.
There is some truth to it, though, I suppose. 99% of life is just showing up, and I certainly do that. And I seem to be learning how to spot my breaking point on the horizon, and ease off on myself before I break. And, well, I have too much pride to let the world see it when I'm hurting. That's been true ever since childhood.
Whatever the reason for the face I put forth, though, I really wasn't expecting to hear that. I spend most of my time at derby feeling like a face in the crowd, and it's strange to me that anyone's noticed. But, you know, in that good way. :)
saofoir and the DoomCo house. I have to say, it was a little weird to be at the DoomCo house, yell out, "SHOTS!" and receive little-to-no response, heh. The times, they are a-changing, but if we're finding ourselves in good spirits, I'm not going to question it.Sunday was breakfast at Cup and Saucer--ginger buckwheat pancake? OH YES INDEED--and then a spontaneous run of CLEANING ALL THE THINGS. Then it was more derby practice, in which my overenthusiasm for skating on Saturday came back to bite me, and Demon game, in which I actually felt like my character was quasi-useful, even if the session was on the shorter side.
As for Saturday during the day? My horoscope knew where my brain was, when I got up for derby practice:
Although your common sense has returned today, your fantasies have not faded. In spite of your current down-to-earth perspective, you are holding on to your dreams with more determination than ever. There's little room for any kind of distractions, so keep your focus on your goals in spite of the temporary setbacks you encounter along the way. Don't let this chance to achieve success slip through your fingers.
I apparently finished the 50-Lap Killer that day, and even did a sprint lap! I fell on the first attempt, but did the sprint on the second. I'm still so, so slow, but I'm getting better. :) I'd assumed previously that the opposite-direction laps counted towards the 50 Laps, but they don't, so I'd actually finished the 50-Lap Killer at Thursday's practice, too, aside from stopping to re-tie my bootlace. I'm boggled at how quickly this has come together, but I guess form counts for everything. :)
And then, I stayed for over half of Wreckers practice, afterwards. Because I am crazy. XD It was nice, though, just to see some of the girls I haven't been seeing regularly since making FM. They're all progressing, and teaching a metric ton of newbies, and it's really exciting to see.
Also, one of the other Freshies was chatting with me during scrimmage at practice Saturday, and she mentioned that I'd come up in conversation, the other day. Apparently, she and the few other girls involved agreed that I had a really good attitude. As she put it, even though I'm not endurance cleared, I don't let the frustration get to me, I don't sit out, and I never complain.
I almost had to laugh when I heard that, because I've spent the past two months feeling as though the frustration was getting to me, and that it was, at times, so close to breaking me apart. Hell, it still could, for all I know. And perhaps it's just that nobody sees the uglier side of my attitude. I tend to hold in my negative feelings when I'm not with closer friends whom I trust, and I retreat into my hidey-hole when I'm feeling dispirited and down on myself. I definitely saw myself doing that just a week or two ago, putting less of myself into practice, and even being more solitary and less social with others on the squad.
There is some truth to it, though, I suppose. 99% of life is just showing up, and I certainly do that. And I seem to be learning how to spot my breaking point on the horizon, and ease off on myself before I break. And, well, I have too much pride to let the world see it when I'm hurting. That's been true ever since childhood.
Whatever the reason for the face I put forth, though, I really wasn't expecting to hear that. I spend most of my time at derby feeling like a face in the crowd, and it's strange to me that anyone's noticed. But, you know, in that good way. :)
