Today, I had my first class ever with the LA Derby Dolls.
This is something I’ve wanted to do for SO long, as many of you know. I had to wait to have money for things other than food, and time for things other than homework, and it seemed that things were going to get in the way forever. BUT NO MORE. I’m so happy.
Fuck. This class was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life, though. When they say that you get more and more out of shape when you’re older, they are not lying. When I was a child in gymnastics, things were hard, but never too hard. I’d work out. I’d train. I’d do flips. It was all good. It was an intensive 3 hrs, three times a week.
With LA Derby Dolls, you get that three hours, pushed into one. They throw you on the banked track, and tell you to go.
I love it.
I’ve never been on the banked track before, but holy hell is it hard. I am not the most coordinated person, and definitely not on wheels. In theory I’m not afraid to fall, but when I skate, my klutzy overcompensates at every miss-step and suddenly I’m on the floor again. I managed to land on my belly once, making me quite proud of myself.
The fact that I fell on my front it means I was leaning forward. Also, I think it gave others a good show.
So anyways, I was pretty much the most awkward person in that class, and I’ll probably have to go twice a wekk just to keep up with everyone, but let me tell you:
I can’t wait to go back. There’s another class tomorrow, and I think I’ll go. I’m not going to commit to anything though until I see how my muscles feel in the morning.