Adventure.

Ever since I started my get-healthy Adventure, I've lost 30 pounds.

More importantly, I can squat 253 (not max- just work out weight).

My derby thighs are looking stellar.

On that note:

Me: Just squatted 253! I'll take it!

Elise: From the sounds of it, you could squat almost all of me. (which means, I EXPECT YOU TO BE ABLE TO SOON!) :D

Me: Challenge accepted!!

Elise: YESS!!

....maybe I can incorporate "Squat Friends" into training for the Warrior Dash in KC2012 which I will be battling through with theee Mary Lou Wretched.... I'd better start running more/faster. ;D

So... hells yeah.

My workout tonight was brutal... I pushed super hard tonight.

Upped all my weight, ran my cardio on an incline.

I'm not gonna lie - it was fueled.

If you haven't read about my sorority adventures, you can read them here or on my Fuck Yeah Roller Girls page.

Well.

A catty friend-of-a-friend cracked a joke about my misfortunes in said group.

Although it doesn't much matter... Specifically, I commented on a picture of President Obama and said I don't put my hand over my heart, and I don't feel any less patriotic. Snatch-Face replied with "But you're not president" .... "Anymore! :o"

And sure. Maybe I was being sensitive, but I'm 97% sure it was said specifically to get a jab in.

I wanted to shank that stupid bitch... She honestly has never met me. Ever.

I do not understand the necessity for women/girls to tear each other down for the hell of it. (Which is reason #564 why I love derby - because we don't do that shit.)

ANYWAY.

I got mad, and headed straight to the gym. It was precisely the fuel I needed to walk across my flooded parking lot to the complex gym.

Maybe I should get angry before every workout.

Because as I did my squats I realized..... I can squat two of that stupid twat.

I am stronger and more powerful than she is.

I have moved on with my life and become something better than I was.

That girl is nothing to me, and never will be.

So, don't sweat it - sweat it OUT.

And that's precisely what I did.

Hell, I even left my hoodie on for maximum sweating.

Which would be a gross statement if I weren't writing to an audience of derby kids.

So for today, remember that you're more powerful than those assholes in your life.

And if you're not... well, work harder. :)

reason #9234 why I love roller derby.

Coqtiz: Anyone else frequently fantasize about ruling the post-apocalyptic zombie-riddled Earth with a pack of roller girls and Mad Max?

Me: Constantly.

Coqtiz: I always picture you standing there on skates, one toe stop down, snarling with your bloody machete at your side.

Me: Oh HELL YES.

Coqtiz: Id never glorify the deaths of billions of people, but I wanna be prepared. It just so happens that my plans include hot pants.

Me: keep talking.. these quotes just keep adding to my facebook :)

Coqtiz: This is all due to my lack of Internet and abundance of zombie games/shows/movies. And my raw ore of badassery.

Me: yep. Just snorted. :)

Coqtiz: You’re gonna hafta subdue all snorts in the post-apocalyptic world. Zombies can hear snorts and chortles from miles away.

Me: Oh you’re right.. I need to snarl more and snort less.. Lucky it’s not the apocalypse yet!

Coqtiz: This is why we’re preparing now. Don’t wanna get caught with our hot pants down!