I miss my derby girls

Last night as I was laying on the couch holding my head because my hand there will keep my brains from falling out due to the sinus congestion trying to take over, the only tangible thought going through my head other then "OW" was, "I could skate through this."
Of course I couldn't, but I wanted to. I rarely miss practice, and since I am missing the BBQ Carwash(http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=121366041287482) this weekend as my husband is out of town playing at the Gaspe Punk Festival: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=65861045501
I am home with my son and therefore unable to properly participate in derby events. I of course will go, brave a burger, by Darby a unhealthy snack, and force the ladies to wash my car while doing a laugh that would make Cruella DeVille jealous. But right now I am going through withdrawal. The only thing that made me feel slightly better was this picture-->
See what they're doing there?
Sit-ups.
Evil Evil sit-ups.
And evil sit-ups usually follow maniacal push-ups.
That random guy standing there smirking, that's our coach, and yes, he is trying to kill, I mean mold us. And he is not at all turned off by us puking. Something I have yet to do, but last Friday I came awfully close. So thank you Alise T'Kill for making me feel a little better about my head cold.