Monday, August 2, 2010
Phase One: Complete
I'm one step closer to being an officially-rostered roller girl. I have completed the Basic Skills portion of my training. Now I move on to pack hours - ten hours (or maybe ten two-hour sessions, I'm not sure how they count it) of practicing skating really close to other girls without knocking anyone over by accident or getting knocked down on purpose. Phase Three is scrimmage hours. Phase Four is getting voted into the league.
Even though I'm happier than I've been in ages, Stu is still displeased about this little adventure of mine. When I get all excited about my minor triumphs from practice, he makes a point of saying "congratulations" in the least-congratulatory tone possible. I know he's just being protective of me because he loves me and wants to keep me safe, but I'm tired of making safe decisions.
Skating is the greatest part of my day. I'm pushing myself as hard as I can for two hours straight. I'm way past sweaty. I'm hanging out with strong, courageous women. And I'm having so freaking much fun. There is no autism. There are no IEPs. There are no guilt trips or other family arguments. There are no conventions of bullshit politeness. There's just me, trying to learn a new game one skill at a time. There's genuine camaraderie as girls cheer each other on through their speed tests. There's freedom. There's power.
Sorry it still bothers you, Honey, I really am. But I have to go work on my arm whips tonight.