Dec 2013 03

We are proud to announce the S2D2 Member of the Month is: THUG BUG!

Thug’s positive and encouraging attitude makes her a pleasure to skate with. She is committed to learning and is at training every week pushing her limits to succeed.

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Dec 2013 16

By Sintax

Derby can get hard,  particularly around the end of the season.  You’ve been working your butt off all year,  training,  committeeing, promoting,  derbying, and it can get very overwhelming.  If you’re an official,  like me,  chances are that you’ve worked games at least half of the previous 50 weekends and the idea of an off season can be as exhausting as, well, planning for xmas.  All you want to do is fall in a heap on the lounge and watch WFTDA Champs games on YouTube.

If you’re like me,  you might get a slump at the end of the season,  feel down,  worn out,  like finding motivation to get through to the next game (BRING ON JAN 4!) is impossible. This is,  according to peeps with brains,  not just a derby phenomena.  The end of the year brings thoughts of endings, beginnings and a butt tonne of rumination on the goals we set in January – Did I hit that PB best for laps? Did I get that HR/HNSO/crew head role I was striving for?  Did I finally nail those wrong side transitions/360 turns/freaking tomohawks? Was I patient and understanding?  Did I do enough?  Be enough?  Act enough?

sintaxAwesome photo by Roaringstorm Photography

Susan Nolen-Hoeksema, PhD, professor of psychology at Yale University has researched depression and the habit of rumination – going over and over your problems and feelings without taking any action to overcome or solve them – and she says that the end of the year is like a trap for those prone to excessive rumination.  Everywhere we turn are reminders that another year had passed, another year where we could have been better, faster,  stronger.  The media is flooding us with yearly countdowns and wrap ups, our friends are plotting out NY’s resolutions and we’re looking for the perfect wheels/skates/plates/eating plans to make MONSTER DERBY in 2014. Everything bodes change and renewal and our (ever alert) psyches read this as a sign to dive headfirst into bean counting our successes and not-so-successes. [..]

Dec 2013 18

By Strawbr’y SlaughterCake.

There’s nothing quite like falling in love. 13 years ago I fell in love with my Mr Right and, three years ago I fell in love with roller derby.  Not in the same way, of course, but it was still a pivotal moment in my life. That kind of creepy obsessive love that only happens when you realise you want something with all your being and you’ll make sacrifices to have it. Then followed my love of fitness, healthy food, my derby brothers and sisters, my skates, my new skates and the list goes on. I do however, have a new love, the strangest most amazing kind of love yet. The love for my baby girl.

This is my story. A story of my quest to be a fit, strong, successful derby Mumma. But was this even possible?

The Journey.

I was completely happy with my life. Fantastic husband. A good job. A close and supportive family. And, I was a derby girl. Fit. Motivated. Determined. Strong. But there was still something missing. I wanted to have a baby.

The decision to have a baby wasn’t easy. There are so many questions that you simply cannot answer. But once hubby and I were both in agreement, the thought was so unbelievably exciting.

After 8 months of trying and finding out in the process that I had polycycstic ovaries syndrome, we decided to see a fertility doctor. The news was good. I was so relieved as so many of my friends had not been so lucky.

Of course, all through this I was still training and playing derby. A new season had just started and I was fitter and faster than ever. I was close to achieving a long time goal of 30 laps in 5 minutes. Just half a lap to go.


On our way out of the doctors office, hubby and I discussed and absorbed what the doctor had told us. Now was the time, this is our chance. That’s when I realised, I had to give up derby. Well, contact at least. As I pushed the button to the elevator, I said it aloud to hubby and I almost burst into tears. All of my goals and dreams will be put on hold. I was devastated. Now to any non-derby going person, this may seem a tad selfish. Ok, very selfish. But, to a derby girl, the decision to have a baby is both heart warming and breaking at the same time. I didn’t want to loose everything i had worked for over the past three years, I was scared I would loose everything, even my ‘derby family’. Little did I know, not much more than a week later, I would fall pregnant. [..]