Gotta woot! Ti-ra-ra-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!
I tried out for the Windy City Rollers farm team today and GOT IN!
Twenty of us signed up. Only ten or eleven would be chosen. Two were no-shows and one was sick. A fourth bailed early. That left sixteen, all but about three of whom were, may I say it, bitchin' good athletes. I mean, some of them were leaping off the ground like rock stars on crack, and others were incredibly fast on skates, and still others could do pushups like nobody's business. All of them were younger than I by about twenty years.
I was pretty anxious about this tryout. But other than some darned hard mat and warmup exercises, it was nothing new. When we get to the bumpin' and fallin' part, I expect to be surprised.
Of course this means I have to stop eating sugar again. Argh, argh. But it'll be worth it. Once again I'll be coming home from practice feeling used up, take two days to recover...and on day three, NEW MUSCLES!
This is just AWESOME.