A call out of the blue from an old school mate has presented me with an interesting challenge. She's trying out for the Route 66 RollerDerby and has invited me to try out with her. Hmmmm.....
So yeah, I'm almost 50 and I'm slightly (cough, cough) overweight, but I'm still reasonably athletic and am containing a boiling cauldron of aggression needing an outlet. This could work. She remembers me from junior high and high school basketball where I was considered fierce and unrelenting under the basket. Granted, I'm not the fastest runner, and my lack of coordination affected dribbling and shooting, but jumping and slamming? Oh hell yeah. I was all knees and elbows, I could jump like a kangaroo (lower body strength from shot and discuss training), and I was fearless with a Celtic warrior's taste for blood and pain. I was sneaky as shit and an excellent actress so I drew more fouls than were called on me, and I'm pretty sure the only points I scored were free throws. In five years, I think I fouled out only a handful of times.
I owned the paint.
So imagine if you will, Avenging Angel on skates wreaking havoc and raining pain on the hapless opponents of the Route 66 Roller Derby. I'll let you know how tryouts go.