"What the hell is Roller Derby?" This is the question I most get asked at work and amongst my friends and family. Initially sniggers are triggered by the fact it is played on roller skates and then most try and draw some similarity with a roller disco.
When I got to my first "fresh meat" (roller derby speak for a noob) session I was very nervous, unsure what everyone was going to be like. And fairly sure that most would be able to skate far better than I. A line keeps reverberating around my head as many have recited it since I've started "this is your journey, don't compare yourself to everyone else", its true this is my personal journey, but its so easy to compare your skating or falling style to others if anything to make yourself feel a little bit better.
So back to day one, when we arrived everyone looked nervous, I don't even remember the faces I saw that first week. We filed through into the gym as our derby skate coaches dished out safety kit and skates. This reminded me of my Army service, just get stuck in, and this familiarity made me feel a little more comfortable.
As soon as everyone had their kit on, we must have looked like right sight we were out on the track (a circuit of hazard tape on the gym floor to show you where to go) and everyone perhaps unintentionally showing what skills they had.
Now I remember being able to skate a lot better than I demonstrated that night, some basic questions were asked about ability and our minds were put at ease when we were reminded, "don't worry, we'll teach you everything". I was still far more proficient in my dreams than in reality.
I learnt that night that I will fall, and I did again, and again, and again. Now I'm not a particularly fit person, rapidly approaching my 40s, and every trip to the gym has felt like an uphill struggle so much so that I had taken to working out at home. That first night I was pouring with sweat, the repeated process of falling and getting up, and a body in a constant state of tension resulted in one of the best workouts I've had in years.
I could list on here what I learnt in that first session but Ill be honest I don't think I really learnt anything. The lessons that I was taught that first day have only become apparent to me now almost 10 weeks into my fresh meat training.
I left that first session feeling battered and bruised, I was exhausted and slightly hesitant to admit that it had been one of the most tiring but rewarding experiences I had had in recent years. I wanted to just get better overnight but I knew in my heart of hearts that this wasn't going to happen.
This was a new skill that was going to take time to master and days after that session I had decided that I was exactly what I was going to do, master the hell out of it.