This is me on the inside:
The good news it that as far as exercise and physical therapy for my hip, skating is probably one of the best things I can do. At some point, I'll probably have to have arthroscopic surgery, but since it isn't really bothering me that bad yet, I can wait a while. Which is good because I can't afford another surgery. Of course, the day after I find out about all of this, I take an epic fall at practice and slam down on my side. I laid there, writhing in pain for a good 3 minutes, unable to speak while my teammates were asking me question after question after question. I was getting so annoyed. I just wanted to be left alone. I mean, obviously I love them and they were concerned about me, but I was in so much pain I couldn't answer at the moment, and they kept talking to me. When I finally was able to speak again, I said, "I'm fine. Just stop talking to me." And now I am growing the most epic of bruises on the back of my thigh. I can't wait until it reaches its full potential.
We have the top derby coach in the nation coming for a 4 hour clinic tomorrow. I am so unbelievably stoked. She's doing a two hour table top coaching session for the entire training committee (all of the captains, the director of training, and the head ref) before the 4 hour clinic.
In work-related news, I wish I were good at math and had become a math teacher. It would make grading less time-consuming. It's either correct or incorrect. Grading 7th grade short stories is both entertaining and mind-numbing. I had a kid title his story, "Live or Don't." It makes me laugh every time I think about it. He's the most adorable little guy. My students have been pretty cute the last couple days (but boy were they atrocious at the beginning of the week!).