I walked nervously into the
Rainbow Roller Rink in Conroe, Texas on Sunday. I did what has served me
through so many experiences in my life. I acted as if I was not afraid.
I met my best friend’s
people. They met me. I felt on display. I felt anxious. I wanted to represent
myself well. I wanted to represent my best friend well.
My best friend Beth is
wonderful. It seems that most join roller derby to hit people. Or perhaps to
hit on people. Not Beth. She joined to make friends. That is who she is. I am
so grateful for her and for them. Roller derby has brought her friendship and community and happiness. She was overjoyed to share this with me. I was not so sure about this.
I was surrounded by
beautiful, amazing, athletic women. You would think I would have been in heaven
but I became more and more nervous with each passing minute.
I believe they drooled
over me a bit. Six feet tall. Muscular. Masculine energy. Athletic. I LOOK like
I belong in roller derby.
Until I skated… But I get
ahead of myself.
One handed me skates.
Another knee pads.
Wrist guards.
Elbow pads.
Everyone seemed willing to help this friend of friend succeed.
I donned it all.
I should have opened with
this:
I have not been on skates
for 30 years.
Let me say that again.
I have not been on skates
for 30 years.
I have not rollerbladed.
I have not skateboarded.
I have not snow-skied.
I have not water-skied.
At least one of my feet
has been firmly planted on solid ground for 30 years.
I was here to skate.
They handed me safety equipment.
I donned it all.
At the opposite end of the
building from the entrance to the rink.
Possibly not the best
plan.
They tightened my wheels
so I would have more control.
Bash offered her hand and
said "Let's go, Jackson."
Wait, what? I'm not
ready.
“Come on. You've got
this.”
I rose unsteadily to my
feet.
What do I do now?!?!
I clung to her. I clung to the wall. I clung
to any solid object I could get my hands on.
I was a little old man on
a walker with unsteady feet coping with a sudden upheaval of gravity.
I slipped and slid and
hobbled and clung my way down the snack bar. Small children skated by me. All
got out of my way.
It was not pretty. I was
not graceful. I was not good at it.
My face started to burn.
“Let’s tighten those
wheels a bit more.”
They tightened my wheels
further.
Again she held out her
hand. “Let’s go. We’re going to go step onto the rink.”
I stepped onto the
rink.
If this was a Disney
movie, I would have taken one wobbly lap, then found my grace and my balance
and my strength and I would have begun smoothly flowing across the rink. I
would have sang a catchy tune and possibly picked up Beth and spun her in
graceful circles as an accompaniment of forest creatures on wheels danced
around us.
My life is not a Disney
movie.
I am Jackson. No matter
how many dates, no matter how many tattoos, date shirts, chaturanga arms, and sexy
haircuts I receive, I remain Jackson.
It was hard. I hugged the
wall. Bash held firm to my arm steadying me. We went back and forth across the
back of the rink a couple of times. I was awkward. I was unsteady. Her firm
hand on my arm prevented me from falling several times. My face burned. My
head became a bad neighborhood as the young children skated by. I wanted to
hide as her teammates skated forwards and backwards and sideways and all around
as I struggled through my embarrassing attempts at something which seemed so easy
to everyone else in the room.
She told me to wait. I waited.
She went to get a rack. That may or not be what they are called.
She came back with one of
the training wheel walker-like pieces that they have. A PCV pipe walker with
wheels on the end. She skated over to me with it and I felt shame. My face was
already reddened by the insecurity of watching everyone else on skates manage
this better than me. This my ego could not take.
But I wanted to skate with
my best friend. These women, this team, this sport, they had become everything
to her. They had brought a happiness to my friend that had been missing for far
too long. I wanted to skate with Beth.
Only the youngest
children used this support. But I needed to use it. There was no countering the
voices in my head that said I was failing. There was not enough step work on
the planet to make using this device alright for a 42 year old Jackson. But I
was not given a choice. She did not ask. She said "here, put your hands on
this. Use it for balance. It's ok. This will help you"
I went back and forth
with it a few times, getting steadier with each pass.
Beth reminded me of how
just over a year ago I felt this same fear and insecurity about yoga. And look
at me now.
Look at me now indeed.
I gained speed. My
fingertips were just grazing the bars. I was using the support less and less.
A girl, maybe around ten,
skated over to me. She looked at me and said "you're doing great. You can
totally do this. Just keep trying". I got a little tear in my eye as I
wrote that. How sweet and kind and supportive! An adolescent stranger gave me a
message that I could not give myself.
“It’s time to try without
the rack. You can do this.”
She held my arm. She told
me what to do. She calmly and confidently skated back and forth with me as I found
my feet.
Lean slightly
forward
Bend your knees
Engage your core
Oh! Chair pose! I know
this one!
“We’re going to go around
the rink now.”
And we did a full circle
of the rink. She held my arm. I fell once, slowly, with control, and I landed
on my padded knee, just as they had taught me.
I rested and then we did another circle, feeling more confident.
“Look up, Jackson. It's alright. You know where your skates are, where the floor is. Look up.”
Then we took another lap,
but she let go of my arm. She skated next to me. When I threatened to fall, she
immediately grabbed my arm and steadied me, but then she let me go again.
I would have fallen many
more times if not for her quick reflexes and strong, steadying arm.
Yoga has done amazing
things for my body. Did it enable me to skate like them? Like the child I was
many, many years ago? No. But it gave me some balance. It gave me the ability
to correct when I would start to flounder. It gave me strong legs and strong
core.
I believe I fell four
times.
I will take it. Not bad.
The little girl would
occasionally skate by and cheer me on.
Bash did eventually leave
my side, but not until I was confidently skating lap after lap on relatively
steady feet.
I skated with my best
friend.
We laughed and played and
went around and around.
All were certain that I
would be very sore in two days. I am grateful for yoga and the body it has
given me for my muscles enjoyed the workout and did not suffer for it.
I led a snake line! When I
found my way to the back from the front, they cheered me on. “Come on, Jackson,
give it a try!”
Nope! I’m good here!
There were pictures and
good times and someone was usually there to steady me when I started to fall.
I led a cheer. This part
I could do well. We do not do this in yoga, but we most certainly did in
soccer.
WHOSE HOUSE?!?!?
I do not know at what
point my fear turned to joy
.
I do not know when my
fear of what you thought turned into the pleasure of being one of you.
I do know how I got there.
However,
I suited up.
I showed up.
I took a deep breath.
I stepped onto the rink.
Admittedly, it took a
nudge from a roller derby girl.
But who doesn’t at some
point in their life need a nudge from a roller derby girl?
Thank you, Conroe
Cutthroats.
I had a wonderful time.
Can’t wait to ride again.