Okay, I’m just going to spit it out: tomorrow’s rollergirl tryouts.
It’s okay … it’s okay.
Cat and I have been skating like quad-crazed fiends, and I’ve got a blister the size of Texas on my right heel, and a sore ass from landing a few too many times after getting a bit too cocky re: my abilities. But, whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and whatever’s in between, well, there’s ice and Advil.
Wish us luck…