Can I put my skates on yet?

Hey there, Outfit family! I just got back to Chicago after two weeks on a farm in Ohio. I grew up in a small town, so being out in the country feels good to me, but what a difference. When I first moved to the city, I was afraid of everything. I felt exposed and vulnerable and was quite sure everyone knew that I didn't belong. It took a while, but I think I've learned how to wait for a bus on a dark corner without looking like a target. My first night on the farm, I couldn't fall asleep because it was too quiet. Like I said, what a difference.

You're probably wondering what this has to do with derby. Not much actually. But it does have something to do with my recently broken ankle. You remember that, right? Well, I'm out of my walking boot and into an ugly little brace with lots of velcro and laces. (It's totally ruining my summer wardrobe, which bums me out.) Because I was in Ohio, I had to miss 3 weeks worth of workouts with Roe, our athletic trainer, and two weeks worth of physical therapy. I tried to keep up with the exercises on my own, and even got a temporary membership at the local gym, but I don't think I ever work out as hard by myself as I do with a trainer or the rest of the team.

Still, taking care of five horses, two dogs, and uncountable barn cats was its own kind of workout. Between the pitchforks, shovels, rakes, and wheel barrows I was wielding, I got plenty of upper body and core moves in, and walking the horses along the gravel path every morning and afternoon was a serious feat of balance and range-of-motion for my newly mobile ankle.

I'm just hoping it's enough because, dear readers, I am dying to get back on my skates! It's been three months since I broke my ankle and I am going crazy. It's finally summer here in Chicago, and my Facebook newsfeed is filled with friends announcing their plans to skate outside. I want to go! The Outfit is skating in the Pride Parade at the end of the month and I want so badly to join. And all my fellow newbies are working so hard and many of them have already skated in bouts against other leagues and I'm smothered in envy. I wanna play roller derby!

So, cross your fingers, readers, that my doctor and my trainer and my PT all decide that it's time for me to lace up soon, because if they don't, you're going to have one crazy Plaster on your hands.