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Hello! Please give me grace, as you will see through this story I have some challenges in writing this. Good luck!
I refuse to start with the sad stuff, with the pain or the isolation, not with my illnesses nor my flaws. Instead I will start with the best feeling in the world for me.
Sweat drenching my helmet and the familiar noise of wheels on the blue track. I’m fighting for lead jammer and I squeeze just through a seam, the power of the blockers propels me forward as I feel the air rushing through my lungs. With every crossover I gain speed approaching the wall again. These moments however have been becoming more and more rare as of late. Roller derby has been my sport for around 8 years now, I outlasted my mom and sibling in the sport, I saw many skaters I started with age out or drift away from the sport. I saw covid tear out team apart only for outside practices to bring whole new members to the team. I saw that new team slim down as well as people decided if it was their sport. Never though did i think I’d see the end of my skating days, but now I can see the wall in the distance. I’m trying desperately to slow down but inch by inch I approach it. Recently I’ve started sharing the wall with others, my coach made me brace in an attempt to spare me some pain from contact. My parents are willing to take me home from practice early if my body isn’t up to it that day. I’ve decided that I’m gonna go out on my own terms, I’ll spray paint that wall with kindness on my way out. I’m gonna try to help the beginners coach out once I can’t skate as much myself, that way I can shape the future skaters to be the player I longed to be for all those years. I don’t want to quit but I’ll make sure no one else does either.