I have been playing derby for a few years now and I'd definitely say I go through love hate stages.
When I was introduced to this Strange, seemingly dodge ball type random sport I laughed so hard I cried,then I put on a pair of skates (I then cried even more, for fear). This wasn't all it seemed to be cracked up to be, it wasn't cool retro skates with stripy socks and disco lights it was flipping rugby on skates with people trying to kill me!
I often wonder what keeps me going?! I wake up with days of dreaming to be a pro A team skater, I do sit ups, push ups and do a loop around the block, this enthusiasm lasts for a few days or more hours if lucky before life takes over and enthusiasm dips when I have to drive the 1.5 hour from work to skate. On my drive to training i pass my house knowing that I don't dare stop for a wee cos if I do it's all over and I won't make it to my destination. So I carry on, loosen the clothes and put my foot down. On this journey I reflect on how my life would be without derby and what I'd do instead and normally cake is in the equation. When I arrive I drag my sorry butt out the car with at least four bags of kit up a few flights of stairs and end up in the skanky smelly changing rooms where I sit for at least another 5mins gearing myself up to get into my smelly kit that stinks of rotting cabbages. I then walk into the hall of punishment put a smile on my face (sometimes it stays within) and let myself go.
You see the dread is nothing compared to the high I feel once the night is over. I leave feeling empowered, part of a group of people just as strange as me and like I'm 11 again in my Aztec fluorescent skates. I won't lie I have days where I leave feeling like I floated around like bambi and think everyone hates me but hey I am a girl with dramatic thoughts playing where people are allowed to hit me.
So who knows if I'll still be playing and feeling the same this time next year but for now I will continue my mental and physical torture and may be I'll see you on the track! ;)