Last night at derby practice, I fell. A lot. I lost count somewhere after 5 falls. The first time I fell, I twisted my knee. It hurts like hell and I don't even have a bruise to prove the pain I'm in. Later we were running this drill where you have to skate between pairs of girls who are holding hands in a moving line. Can't remember what it was called. Well, when it was my turn I went between the first pair of girls, then started between the second pair, but something happened--I think I skated over a cone-- and I hit the ground ass first with a ginormous thud of earthquake proportions. The entire team let out a collective "Owwwwwww!" I would've been embarrassed but I was busy checking to see if my ass cheek had left an indentation in the floor. Then I reached under my butt and pulled out a flattened orange cone, which got a second round of "Ohhhhhhhhh!"
That one did leave a mark.
Save Us From Ourselves
14 hours ago
2 comments:
Well, at least the cone didn't go up your ass! Talk about Gnarley!
Yeah, there's always that I guess. I have a nice bruise, and I'm pretty sure that cone will never be the same.
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