It was our first pack drill. Now at this point I thought I wanted to be a jammer. The jammer has the fun job and well, being the only one scoring points, they are a pretty important part of the game. While doing these drills I discovered on thing, I liked being in the pack. Jamming was no fun.So over time this was my thought, I was a blocker. Then, about 2.5 weeks ago something in my head shifted. I still wanted to block, but I really really really wanted to try jamming again. I don't know why, there was no reason for it, but there it was.
So last night at practice I finally got my chance, and it was fun! And I must say, with the drill we were doing, even though there were 4 girls trying to make it through, it made me feel good to hear my name cursed while jamming.
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| They said block, not fall! |
Oh, and while blocking too.
Tee Hee!
So now I want to do both. I have to get my skill up of course, and although my coach says speed is only a small part of jamming, I need to get that up as well.
I did hit 27 laps in 5 minutes last night though, so it's getting there. I think Creepy may have had a small part in that.
Did I mention I love my new wheels?
Now the thought has hit me that maybe I got through so well, especially the first few times, because the other girls didn't think I was much of a threat, and were not watching me like the others. And well, I can't blame them, cause like I said, until that point I was blocker. I have no choice in that, it's genetics, big hips, big butt and all that. However, even with that being said, I'm pretty proud of myself, and found myself smiling, a big goofy grin all the way home. And when my husband asked how practice went, I giggled.
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| OH NO! Zombies. |
Well, maybe not, but you know what I mean.
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