Not even figuratively. I bled, I cried, and I sweat my ass off. I also had an enormous smile on my face the whole fucking time. I’ve been so fucking depressed lately and was actually considering retiring from derby all together but I forced myself to go to practice tonight and it was probably the best decision I could have made. To say I was a hot mess is a serious understatement. The floor was crazy slippery and I kept losing my footing every time I skated half as fast as I should have been. Normally I’d be frustrated and upset with myself about it but I feel fucking fantastic. Whatever happened tonight rekindled the love of derby I had when I first started and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m even looking forward to how sore I’m going to be tomorrow and the bruises that are likely going to crop up on my hips and thighs. Thought I’d share this incase anyone is down in the derby dumps lately too. Just give it time, there’s a reason you loved it in the first place.