a cliche? yeah maybe

 

 

since the season is about done i'm taking a break from skating, and finding myself quiet bored and empty-headed.

 the wedding has passed and so has Chris's birthday. the days of me spending each moment fretting and planning and worring are done.

the  weeks of wed.  and sun. night  practices gone. now my nights are filled with episodes of the groovie ghoulies and scooby -doo episodes.

i've been skating  non stop for two seasons and now i'm on a break until october.

I am still heavily involved with fundraisers and

 

 

promotions and street team events, but  all that doesn't hide the fact that my legs are getting weaker, my bruises are fading,  and now my ass is lacking the work out it once received.

i miss the smelly pads ,the rink rash ,the cold, cold shower  after a two hour scrimage, followed by a late night taco cabana run that always seemed to contradict the workout that preceeded the meal.

Summer come quick, come hot and end soon. i long for the fall nights of walking to the rink in my fishnets and short pants. I miss the fans;

 the little girls who asked for autographs even though they had no idea who i was. i  now have no reason to paint my skin as it had been ripped off  my face in some massive derby war.i miss the gals and i miss the guys. ya never know what ya got until it's gone.