Starting here.

Bombers won the WFTDA Division 2 Championship!  And we brought home a medal that somehow validated all the work we've done since 2007 - and in WFTDA since 2009.  Sometimes our setbacks were within our control and sometimes they not.  But all the hard work paid off.  All of it.  And we won by one point.  And we won all of it.

It snowed on us in Milwaukee.  It was like the Midwest's way of saying "Welcome home Michelle! We miss you."  It's like putting on a forgotten, comfortable jacket in the back of the closet.  It miraculously fits perfectly and there's even a five dollar bill in the pocket, a pin from a rollerderby team you saw play in 2009 and an old lipstick..  

Tonight's practice was fun league scrimmage, blue v. white.  I went to the penalty box like I owned the seat and didn't want anyone else to sit in it.  I was also the most relaxed I've been in probably three month and just enjoyed scrimmage.  However, since rupturing my bursa sac in my right knee about 4 weeks ago (lots of swelling, need for acupuncture, compression socks and the like) I have developed an odd relationship with my body.  I absolutely don't trust my right side.  My habit of falling on my right knee - Zombie knee - since coming back from my broken right ankle has been exhausting, frustrating and now, this third injury, distrustful. It's done some interesting things for my waterfalling (recycling to the front of the pack of skaters), it's been great for my jumping even.  It's made me fearful.  Not of falling down again.  But of my body failing to do what I asked of it.  We don't trust each other right now.   It's a weird spot to be in and it's even more strange to know you're there.