I was approaching my fortieth birthday when it occurred to me that I should do something badass. I wasn’t going to go buy a sports car or anything crazy like that-but after going to watch the local roller derby team practice for an evening, that seemed to hold just the proper amount of tough girl I was looking for. Camaraderie, cute socks, and little shorts combined with roller skates seemed like the perfect mix for me. Why not? Life is too short to not give it a whirl.
After talking it over with Robert, who was in full support, I decided to contact the team and see what I needed to do to get involved. Just because I hadn’t been on skates in, oh, 30 years, was no reason to be nervous, right? I got in touch with the captain and she encouraged me to come to the next practice…
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