Too busy skating to write.

Juno, the ultimate poser.

I haven't taken the time to write in here for ages - more than a month!

After a black hole of news stories due to my ankle's encounter with a Canadian player, things got pretty hectic at such a sustained pace that I didn't have the time to report them.

Okay, let's be honest, I didn't TAKE the time to do so, because first I was too busy being depressed by my gimpy leg, then I was too busy working out to chase the wrong karma away, and last I was too busy skating to make up for those months of deprivation! (Obviously.)

Here's a little chronological catch-up on the main events of those last two months!

Ankle Crash D+23

23 days after the crash, the fog in the horizon of my ankle's fate is starting to lift. I made the most of my travelling to France (for a Team France training) to make a detour and get other diagnoses than the dubious conclusion of the hospital I went to for my x-ray check-up.

Serious sprain. A whisker away from breaking the fibula. It seems that my lucky star had other plans for me!

Three weeks have passed and my ankle still needs another week for the ligament to heal. At that point the ligament will be fixed but stiff with cicatricial tissue and will need another 10+ days to soften with the reappearance of collagen. That's the crucial point where I should be very careful as an accident at the 'stiff' stage would be tragic: Try to bend a spaghetti when it's raw, and you get an idea of what should be avoided. Works better when it's hydrated, uh.

I've already missed two training games with Berlin, a 5-day training with Team France, and I'm going to miss the Berlin / Crime City game next week, that is to say the public start of my very first Bombshell season. Although it's not my fault I feel like a deserter standing my team up.

I feel guilt, and frustration as a bonus: like a fish out of the water, missing my natural element.

All in all, the ankle needs 6 weeks of recovery (and not 10 days of rest as recommended by the hospital).Now, at three weeks, I can start soft workout of the muscles around the ankle ligaments to protect them. I can also ride a bike, which makes me independant again! That's the positive part.


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How My Superman Resurrected

You know those revelation stages that you have to face from time to time in your life? Those kinds of disillusions that murder all your heroes one by one... It generally starts at the age of 6-7 when you realize that Santa Claus is just an illusion. And the Easter bunny, and the Tooth Fairy. Killed them all in a two-minute pitiless interrogation to my mum.

HOW MY SUPERMAN DIED

But the harshest revelation of all is probably the moment when you realize that you're not invincible, that you're no more special than your neighbor. Even if you theoretically know that you're not, it may not be enough for you to believe it.

I lived a quarter of century with a little superman inside me. He died two years ago when I broke my knee. Not immediately. It took me a month after I tore my ligament to realize that it was broken for real, and that I was consequently breakable. That is to say, not invincible. I too could be seriously hurt.

Two years and a good fixing later, I've learnt to deal with the loss. Rather than relying on a fake idol, I trust myself, my body and my mind. (And my lucky star - that one is not dead... yet.)

Superbrawl: Canada / England / France

Team France ( 54 - 385 ) Team England

Team England ( 259 - 145 ) Team Canada

Team France ( 96 - 450 ) Team Canada

For our first official international event, Team France put the bar high in inviting Team Canada and Team England for a tournament on the French land. The sports complex of Nantes hosted 1300 people on Saturday, Feb. 15th, for a whole afternoon and evening of bouts, starting with France/England, then England/Canada and Canada/France to finish with. (Once again, congratulations to the Nantes Derby Girls for the successful organization and hosting of the event!)

I will not report on the games because the news are not that fresh anymore and because Team Canada did it pretty well already! I was disconnected for a while (two months to get the Internet!) which made the keeping up-to-date of the blog tricky (amongst other things).

Still, let's add a little French perspective to the Canadian summary!

For Team France it was not a matter of winning - such an outcome being highly improbable at our stage of national development, but of:

1. Testing the water and getting an idea of the top of the spectrum of the international level;
2. Going down in history in doing the first-ever international tournament with national teams in France with the French Team... And while we were at it, why not inviting the upper crust? More show, more challenge, more balls.

First casualty under my command

The clockwork regularity is freaky. Every two weeks, there is a new convert. Cannonball is the latest. I have to say that she had already started to slip on the dangerous side for some times... What could you seriously expect of someone who has changed her name into Shannon Bright? It was predictable, she could not resist the latest fashion accessory.

I was talking about a masochistic trend lately, but it is getting much bigger than that. Let's just hope that, like all the trends of today, it will not last longer than a season to the most.

PUBLIC NOTICE: We are launching a fashion contest. You have creative and catchy ideas? Do not hesitate to share them with us on our facebook!

Aim: overruling current ankle-breaking trend.

Dead-line: as soon as possible.

First price: a collective <3 (excluding mine because I am allergic.)

Casulaties: 8 K.

First casualty under my command. Made sure the conditions were secured, though. Technically did not do anything wrong. But still. 

Hard to admit that I failed. That I could not divert her from surrending to temptation. That I could not lead her to the rightful path. All rollergirls should open their eyes and realize that fashion is superficial. That they do not need to break their f'n ankles to be part of the community. That they do not have to prove their fidelity that way. That they are misleaded and are choosing the wrong cult. I have experienced the dark side. I have been down under.

Redeem yourselves, it is not too late! It is NOT too late... It is NEVER too late...

Until it is.

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