I'm Hart. A law school graduate. I am obsessed with and involved in my local roller derby league. My derby name is Trial & Terror. Most of the pictures I post are either of me, or taken by me. I'll try to give credit to those I ninja off the interwebs. I love music. I love books. I think your mind is sexier than your body. Let me in. I am a sheep in wolf's clothing, and I just might bite.

10th January 2012

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Derbyness.

Discovered I still can’t bear my body weight on my left shoulder (ie: push ups). I can be civil, even friendly with someone I didn’t think I could. I am now in a leadership position which requires me to make decisions that will affect the league. And I finally sucked it up, reached out, and made first contact to attempt (again) to build a bridge between he and I. And learned new rules. And will be shadowing a jam ref to better learn and understand my position. All good things.

**Edit** First contact will likely be the last. There was no response. None. It’s sad that it has to be like this.