Being a Girl Jock Saved My Soul
As comfortable as I was on quad skates, I was NOT ready for roller derby skating. I could still backwards skate with the fluidity of a girl backwards skating with a cute boy during couples skate, but that seemed to be the only skill that carried over. I had to re-learn everything I’d known about skating - learning to fall without injuring myself, popping back up after a fall, how to hit my friends (safely) and channel my aggression to the point that I was effective as a blocker, but didn’t foul out every game. Endurance, pushing through pain, figuring out how to work with teammates on the track while chaos happened all around me - my body slow to react, my mind often confused. Yet, I believed I could do hard things because my teammates had my back. Their arms braced me and their hips met mine to form a solid wall - their bodies pressed against mine - we were stronger together - and their words - “You got this!” “Don’t give up!” “Use that booty!”- motivated me to keep going.
I chose to override the voice inside me that tells me NOT to try new things (especially sports) unless I am very, very good at it - instantly. I showed up every week and made my peace with being slower, less flexible, less agile both mentally and physically than many of my teammates. I could create space for this “practice of humility” because my parenting and work life felt mostly positive and my sense of self was expansive enough that I could make room for failure and resilience.
At this point in my life, it is harder to purposely make myself vulnerable in that way. Years later, during the pandemic, I was in the thrall of multiple family crises and suffered an extended episode of depression. Our wise parenting coach, Meghan Leahy, listened to my pain, witnessed my fear and hopelessness and gave me a homework assignment: return to playing sports. The pandemic had unceremoniously stripped me of my team sports, but I understand that I needed to move my body, to stretch mentally and physically, to start to rebuild community. I took up basketball again, then softball. Based on many decades as a girl jock, my body knew what to do. The recovery of my spirit followed.