Remember how I may have mentioned that I was sore Tuesday? Yeah, that was due to Monday night practice that worked out butts off. At the time I thought I couldn’t feel any worse–
That’s because I hadn’t went through Wednesday night’s practice.
Of late the practice work has stepped up. We were told Monday night that we’re going to start working a little harder so us fresh meat can get better at what we’re doing. And by getting better, that means we can play faster. Given that a lot of the stuff we’ve stared doing involves scrimmaging–playing blockers against jammers–it doesn’t take a great leap of faith to see what’s happening.
Last night was a lot of cardio and line work. I mean like a lot of line work: there were about a dozen of us to do pull throughs and we averaged about a lap and a half for every person to wing through the whole line. For pull throughs we went three times, so a lap and a half times twelve times three is fifty-four laps, plus we did hip checks which we did twice each for another thirty-six laps, with our at-the-start pyramid sprints adding another nineteen laps for a total of approximately one hundred and nine laps–
Before we got to scrimmage.
Oh, and we ended the night skating forty laps in a pack, so it’s a good bet we did between one hundred and forty-five to one hundred and fifty laps last night. When you figure we likely skated about one hundred and ninety feet per laps, we covered a distance of about 5.4 miles, or 8.7 km. Yeah, lots of skating.
Now, about this scrimmaging…
We were once again working on bridging much like we did the Wednesday before. However, we weren’t quite as sharp as we were that night and things were a bit more disorganized as in we didn’t hit our marks the way we did that first night. When I blocked I didn’t do as well, but that may have been due to being tied by that time. I went down more than a few times and had people wiz by me in an eye blink.
But I was also jamming and I did a little better. Well, I did great against the freshies. In fact I have video. In this case there are three freshies on the track and one veteran OG player. So getting through wasn’t bad. Oh, and need I mention: there’s some swearing. Yeah, it happens.
The Good Jamming.
But with the good comes the not-so-good, and a bit later I was pitted against three OGs and a freshie and the vets kinda showed me what it was like to be a jammer having to move a little over five hundred pounds of women who don’t want to move:
The Hard Jamming
Notice I was either knocked down or went out of bounds, or both, and came at the pack four times, huffing and puffing like crazy the whole time. I figured I skated about three hundred and fifty feet and likely pushed the pack around for about a third of that distance. When I stopped at the end I had nothing left: I was getting light headed and things were going a little gray. I didn’t think about it at the time–mostly because I was damning myself for stopping–but those claps at the end were for going back even when it was obvious I was tired. Sometimes that’s what it’s all about–
Though when we were leaving one of the refs stopped, looked at me, and went, “Don’t quit!” I don’t know if she meant don’t quit on the track or don’t quit what I’m doing–
Maybe I’ll just do the same for both.