Perhaps a little bit too "alive". As the night progressed I grew more and more confident in my skating ability... and less and less aware of my age... zooming down a ramps and jumping off various ledges. The fun (and my ego trip) ended when I flew into a concrete barrier breaking the metal plate on my new skates.
Once I stood up and realized that my skates were the only thing permanently damaged, we all had a good laugh... and I think I scored a few points in the derby book of good hits. It was a night to remember (and perhaps learn from).
reenactment |
cracked metal plate |
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