The Pains of Aches

Tuesday, 30 May, 2017, was a real turning point in my life.  That’s the night I decided I would see if I had what it took to become a member of a roller derby team.  I met the people who would coach us, signed the release forms, and strapped on the gear after finding stuff that fit us.

We didn’t do much.  We got on our skates and went around the rink and did a few exercises and introduced ourselves.  I discovered quickly that I was out of shape:  I had to lay down three times because I was getting dizzy due to not breathing.  (Hot Tip:  every kind of physical activity goes better when you breathe.)  But I made it through the evening and resolved to return for practice the following night.

The next day at work I had a couple of people ask me how things went.  I told them I didn’t do as well as I hoped, but it was a good time and I was going back.  Oh, and this:  “I don’t feel that sore.  I thought it would be worse than his.  I shouldn’t have a problem with this.”

That was perhaps the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.

That Wednesday, the 31st of May–that was the real deal.  The Fresh Meat–that’s us, the new kids–had to get out there and actually work out.  Like we were training.  I think the first thing we did was thirty laps for cardio.  I managed like…  five.  And I fell.  Hard.  Actually I fell several times that night and a couple were pretty good wipe outs.

How did I feel at work that next day?

Sore.  Real sore.

Since becoming a HARD Derby Woman there hasn’t been a moment when I haven’t had an ache or pain somewhere on my body.  My shoulders tend to hurt at various times throughout the day, mostly due to throwing my arms out to keep my balance.  I’ve hyperextended by right elbow because of balance issues.  I’ve had some soreness in my hands due to falls.  I hit my chin and nose on the floor when I fell during a game.

The ones that were really bad were the slight groin pull I experienced during the above mentioned game, and then, last Monday the 21st of June, I went down hard and jarred my left hip so bad that my first thought was that it might be broken.  I was actually laying on the ground going “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” because there was a whole lot of pain.  I eventually got up and continued, but the next day I hobbled around work wondering how long I’d need to recover from this injury.

This has all happened in the course of seven practice sessions.  Seven.

Here’s the progress of that Monday night practice.  First, notice how I look like I can’t wait to get out there and kick ass?

Let's see how I look in a couple of hours. #HARD #RollerGirl

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Yeah, this was me two hours later.  I kicked some ass all right:  my own.  You can see it in my eyes:  I was just dead to the world and ready to get out of there.

I died tonight. #HARD #RollerGirl

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I’ve discovered quickly that if you train for a sport–and let’s not kid anyone, we are training for a real sport–you are gonna get sore.  You are gonna feel like hell sometimes.  You might not be able to go to sleep because some part of your body is in pain.  You may spend the next day walking around like a 90 year old woman because some joint or joints or the muscles that control those joints were overworked the night before.

As Roseanne Roseannadanna used to say, “It’s always somethin’.”

A couple of days before that Monday practice I even joked about it:

Well, I'm ready for derby practice. 😊

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This is getting ready for practice?  Sure is.  Because just as you need pads and a helmet and a mouth guard and skates, you need that stuff as well.

Ibuprofen.  These days I take two to four a day to help with minor pain.  I can’t take Aleve because the active ingredient in that, naproxen sodium, can mess up my liver, so ibuprofen is the go-to drug of choice.  A 200 count bottle should be good for three months.  Should.

IcyHot is my liniment of choice.  Some people prefer Bengay, some prefer Tiger Balm, some get totally insane and go right for the Deep Heat.  This last Tuesday and Wednesday I was rubbing IcyHot in my groin to help with the injury there and it seemed to help, though I’m walking funny again today–probably because I skated about sixty laps last night.  I’ll get to that in a bit.

I also have two ice packs that I use to ice down the parts of my body that need it.  Here’s a picture of me around midnight after the 12 June Monday night practice, cooling down my sore shoulders and getting twelve ounces of water:

Even mermaids gotta drink, you know?

 

One night I slept with one of those ice packs strapped to that hyperextended elbow because I couldn’t sleep due to the pain.  After my groin pull on the 14th I jammed one of those in my crotch and rested for about twenty minutes, letting the pain subside.  They’re life savers, y’all.

Now, what about that Kleen Kanteen?  You need that to work out?  Damn right you do.

Even if you’re not working out in a hotbox, you need to keep hydrated so your muscle work properly.  When you’re skating your working out the largest muscle groups in your body:  your thighs, your gluts, and your abdomen, and those muscles need to stay properly hydrated so they can continue breaking down fats and acids into triglycerides, which becomes the energy that powers you body.  When your muscles aren’t hydrated you lose energy and eventually hit a wall–and in the case of skating that last can be a literal thing.

My Kleen Kanteen holds twenty ounces of water and I take two with me to every practice.  And I generally go through both within two hours ’cause you sweat your butt off doing the things we do.  And when I get home I usually fill up that twelve ounce mermaid mug and drink that down after getting out of the shower because I want to make sure I’m well hydrated before going to bed.  I also drink a lot of water throughout the day because staying hydrated is important even if you’re not skating a ton of laps.  It’s not just something you do during workouts:  it’s a constant thing.

I never thought I’d start working out like this at my age.  And I never thought I’d feel all this soreness, either.  But it’s part of training.  It’s part of becoming–dare I say it?–an athlete.  Oh, sure:  you may not think we are, but once you’ve spent some time with us you’ll see it differently.

Maybe you’ll even feel what we feel the next day.

Morning, Salem: The End

I hate to say this, but I think I have a summer cold coming on.  The back of the throat has been scratchy all day and I’m feeling a bit washed out, though that could have a lot to do with not getting much sleep this week.  Either way, I need to knock this out in a couple of days because I don’t want to end up sick this weekend.

Today is the end of scene one of Chapter Fourteen and it’s a short excerpt.  There’s a reason for this which I’ll get to when it’s over.  In the meantime, eat it up!

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Though it was meant to be a lighthearted jab, Louise took her son’s comment in a completely different way. “No, I haven’t. And that’s the way I want to keep it.” Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t appreciate that sort of humor.”

“Okay, Mom.” Kerry had come within a moment of apologizing when he recognize that his mother wanted him to do that. “So now that we’ve established you’re going away for the holidays because you don’t want to be around me, what’s going to happen at the end of school next year?”

“We haven’t decided.” Louise spent a few seconds staring at the screen, her face impassive. “When we get back from Australia we’ll talk.”

Hearing his mother’s simple dismissal begin changing Kerry’s mood. He concealed his feelings as he shrugged. “Whatever, Mom. We’ll talk about it when you get back.”

Louise gave one curt nod. “We will, indeed. Have a good day.” She terminated Skype on her end and Kerry’s computer minimize the program, once more revealing wallpaper of Annie and he at their favorite Salem Starbucks.

Kerry quickly levitated the container of pills Coraline gave him Wednesday and snatched them out of the air a second later. He had intended to take one later in the morning, but at the moment he felt as if he was about to be consumed by an enormous panic attack and he wanted to stop it before he dissolved into a crying mess. He dry swallowed a tablet, closed the container, and tossed it on his desk as he fell back on to his bed.

He stared up at the ceiling of his room for nearly a minute before his eyes shifted to the drawing of Annie’s Lake House, which he kept over the head of his bed. In the next few minutes he’d have to get up and get ready for the day, and it was likely that within the next thirty minutes he would have to tell his soul mate of his morning call.

Suddenly he was not looking forward to a day he had anticipated for most of the month…

 

Kerry’s mom didn’t die–yet.  Doesn’t mean she won’t, but for now she’s alive and kicking and ready to head Down Under in a couple of months.  Kerry’s like, “Whatever, later,” but you know it’s killing him because of his abandonment issues.  So even if he is just blowing it off, deep down inside it’s hurting hard.

I’m about eleven hundred words into my next scene, but due to my schedule over the next five days, it’s likely I won’t get another excerpt out until maybe Monday or Tuesday of next week, though it could possibly happen Sunday.  Tonight I have a lot of writing to do, with the same being said for Thursday and Friday.  I know what I’ll write about tomorrow, though Friday is a bit up in the air.  Saturday is video day and Sunday–  I’ll be in Youngstown, OH, Sunday morning and internet coverage is iffy, but even if I get something out it might be nothing more than a quick video.  We’ll see.  I’m notoriously bad for saying what I’m gong to do on the blog as opposed to actually doing shit on the blog.

But you know that.

The only thing I can guarantee for the immediately future is that I’ll be traveling most of the weekend.  And I’ll come back with pictures.  And video.

It’ll be fun.

Morning, Salem: The Truth

Since this post is about the truth, let talk about derby practice last night.  I kinda sucked.  Practice #6 and I couldn’t seem to do anything right.  And I took a hell of a fall that hurt my left hip something good and had me bailing out at a few points because of pain.

Needless to say, my face pretty much told the story when practice was over.

I died tonight. #HARD #RollerGirl

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I’ll write more on this Thursday.

Yesterday Kerry finally snarked at his mom that she was BSing him about their trip and even took it further by bringing up them skipping out on saying goodbye the day he left for school.  And the back and forth is just what you’d expect:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

A touch of anger flashed in Louise’s voice. “We did not duck out on you when you left for school. Your father and I had to get to work—”

“And you were in such a hurry you couldn’t take a minute to say, ‘Bye, Kerry, have a good time at school’?” He shook his head. “That’s sketchy, Mom.”

For the first time Louise appeared rattled. “I told you, your father and I are getting away—”

“Oh, stop it.” Kerry stood up and leaned almost menacingly toward his computer, speaking in a near shout. “Why don’t you tell me the truth? Why don’t you tell me why you’re really going to Australia?”

 

This last line is seen in the trailer when Kerry’s in his room yelling at his computer–and now you know why.  Which means there’s only one way for this to go–

 

Louise’s expression turned serious as she locked eyes with her son. “You want to know the truth.”

Kerry nodded. “All of it.”

“Then you’ll get it… Your father and I are still having issues with this whole thing of you being a witch—”

“You mean you’re having issues with me being a witch.”

“Be that as it may, it still doesn’t change any of the pertinent facts. You hid the truth from us—”

This was something Kerry was tired of hearing. “I had to hide it from you because I was told to hide it from you. I didn’t have a choice, Mom.”

Louise nearly spit out her words. “And what would’ve happened if you had told us? What’s the worst that could have happened?”

“Well, since we’re all about the truth…” A faint smile touched Kerry’s lips. “I would have probably been kicked out of all my advanced classes for my B Levels and put on probation for the year. And a Guardian team would showed up and altered your memories. That way, dad and you wouldn’t in any way remember I was a witch.”

The anger Louise had shown slowly faded away. “They—” She seemed unsure if she should ask the question. “They could do that?”

Kerry didn’t want to mention how he knew it was possible for the Guardians to alter memories: he felt having knowledge of the fact was enough. “Yeah, they can. They’d show up and do what they need to do to fix things and leave without you ever knowing they were there. They only do this when it’s absolutely necessary—like, for example, if your kid decided to tell you they were a witch before they were supposed to?”

 

So, Mommy and Daddy–though mostly Mother of the Year–are still having “issues” with Their Son, the Witch.  It’s sort of funny that Kerry lets her know about how the Guardians might have adjusted their memories if he’d blabbed without saying how he knows this, which would probably make his mom shit her knickers just a little quicker if he did.

Needless to say this leads to another issue–

 

Rather than feel sympathetic Louise turn this information back against her son. “And this is the sort of organization with whom you’re associated? These people exist and you want us to trust you?”

Kerry sat on his bed as he rolled his eyes. “You can trust me, Mom.”

You told me you know how to kill people.” Louise’s face was red with anger. “You want me to trust you knowing, by your own admission, what you can do?” Her scoff came out sounding like a loud snort. “You really expect us—expect me—to feel comfortable around you after telling me that?”

Kerry gave a half-hearted shrug. “Well… Have you died?”

 

There are times when Kerry shouldn’t be a little meme-quoting smart ass, and this was one of those times.  ‘Cause you know this won’t go well…