Fly Boy and Roller Girl

When my brother was a young boy, he used to run around the house with his matchbox car-like airplanes and yell "I'm going to be a pilot!" And so it was. Pilots license at 18, ROTC to Notre Dame for the Air Force, into flight school soon after, now flying F-whatevers over secret locations.

When I was a young girl, I spent hours roller skating in circles around my basement. I had the best skating outfit. It was a red leotard with diagonal rainbow stripes and a red wraparound skirt. My skates were white with red stripes and red wheels. My Donny and Marie record player played the 2 record Grease soundtrack for hours on end. And I skated.

So, I'm going to say it out loud for my 8 year old self here and now "I'm going to be a Roller Derby Girl!"

Yes, my friends, I will be a roller girl. It's not maybe. It just is.

I went to the season opener for the Rose City Rollers. From the first moment, I knew I had to be out there. I will do whatever it takes.

I have my skates. I have my protective gear. I have a trainer.

Oh, yes, one more thing. I don't want this to be a weight loss blog, but I do need to drop over 100 pounds to be where I want to be. So I'm sure I'll mention it from time to time, but I don't want it to be the focus of this story. It will be lovely side-effect of busting my ass.

This first entry is picture free, but my lovely significant other Anthony gifted me with a rad digital camera today, so this story will be told in pictures as well when I figure it out. Anth is a photographer, so I've become increasingly inept with cameras over the past 10 years of our courtship. But I made him promise to let me figure out the camera myself. So be ready for some, um, interesting pictures.

Oh, and the name Slamazon. I'm 6'4" with my skates on. And I'm not a small girl. So when I finally get out on that track I will be known as Slamazon.