Tired
Tired and Beaten. That's right kids, the skate-a-thon is over and I am tired and beaten. I'm tired because I skated 244 laps in an hour and a half. Without stopping. I'm beaten because I was taken out by several kids. I mean taken O-U-T. They had me and my bad derby self floored. Sure I could have stayed up and knocked THEM over (maybe), but then I would have felt bad. Now I am rethinking that since I was skating without pads and have bruises the size of apples all over my body. I even have a bruise on my chin. Sexy is my middle name. (I tell myself that Jacob thinks that bruises are hot, but I'm fairly sure he's grossed out by them.) Next time I'm just lowering my shoulder and gunning for them.
Thank you to everyone that donated to help us out. Bouts are expensive to fund, more goes into planning and paying for one than I ever could have imagined. I raised $85 total, not a bad amount for someone who hates selling stuff.
Now if you see me limping, you'll know the story. Don't touch my right thigh.
2 comments:
Is it still fun? Doesn't sound fun to me but then I'm a great big baby about stuff like, you know, being knocked down.
Maybe you should roll yourself in bubble wrap for the next derby. It would keep you safe, and all the popping when people run into you would be distracting enough for you to have time to deck them. Good times.
Hey, all the bruises are great birth control :)
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