I've worked some on my couch granny blanket as distraction... see if that helps.
and I wound some skeins of MadTosh "Terrarium" for a pending project (not to be cast on before On the Beach is finished!)
|3 reasonably matched, one darker, one lighter....we'll deal with that later!|
This weekend just gone heralded the end of a very poignant era in my life. As you all know, I busted up my knee a bit at the start of the year at roller derby training, and that injury started the process of final retirement from this sport that I love so much.
That I found too late.
That I found at *exactly* the right time.
Did I mention this sport that I love?
|warpaint, one last time...|
I had the surgery in March and at first, I bravely/ignorantly vowed I would play the two last games of this half of the season (May and June) and retire after that. Training and rehab setbacks quickly put an end to May, and nearly jeopardised June,and I'd be lying if I said my knee was fully recovered even now.
|farewell lap, with my daughter and two beautiful nieces|
It was not the final game I had imagined (hoped?), but I was there with my beloved team and league, and got to skate at least some. And we won, coming back from behind in the final 5 minutes of the game.
It was good to be able to leave as an active skater, not an injured one, definitely. I feel like I got to say goodbye to the sport properly, and on my terms, which I think will ease the transition some...but it was still bittersweet.
Three days in, and I miss the people already. Training nights are especially hard, because I know what they are all up to and I don't quite know what to do with that time? I miss the camaraderie. Even though I know those friendships are still there, it's not the same as the 3+-times-a-week contact I've had for 4 years. I find myself staring at my skates and gear with welling eyes, wondering what on earth to do with them (and me) now?
There's so much more to express and process, so I apologise in advance if this blog goes a little off topic for a while. I'll try and keep it contained.
Right now though, I feel lost. And part of me, Sadie, is gone. Although I know there is a lot more for me to do outside of derby; at this starting point of the exit, it feels like a long road ahead.