Informal derby practice Monday night--an easy skate, though I fell down a lot, and next day my chiropractor had to adjust one knee, one foot, one elbow, one hip, and my neck. Speed skating at Fleetwood Tuesday night including Coach Jason's pliometrics (sp?) session at the end, and I came home with five blisters but no serious decomwabulation. Wednesday finds me filled with a strange lassitude, as if the chassis is requesting six months off to hibernate. Speed skating tomorrow night, with extra lumps from Coach Dave for the derby girls. Thank goodness somebody's carpooling with me, so I won't fall asleep at the wheel.
What am I saying? I'll have blisters on my blisters. At least my feet will be awake.
Right now I don't see a huge improvement in my speed or stamina. Since my behind was whupped last night by a seven-year-old and then by a four-year-old, both of them pupils of this speed class, I guess there's nowhere to go but up. Maybe it'll show in a couple of weeks. Honest to god, that four-year-old barely came up to my knees. And I have short legs. He beat a lot of us.
I seem to remember I had some pictures to show y'all. Continued on next rock fer that.