I always find the week after a bout to be difficult.

I'm tired, sore and what's more erking is that the real world just expects me to go about my business like nothing extraordinary happened over the weekend. I walk amongst the mere non-derby mortals that know me by my real-life alias, and unless they were at the game, have no idea and could care less about the feat of strength and bravery I displayed over the weekend.

This is derby come down, or as I like to call the Clark Kent Syndrome.

If you think about it Super Man must have gotten pissed at some point. He would return to the Daily Planet after saving the actual planet, only to find that no one gave a crap what he had just done because he was only Clark to them. Then he would have to go about his human business of writing news stories and keeping to himself.

The thing about Super Man (besides the fact that he is a fictional character) is that he really was a super man. He had a great attitude and probably enjoyed being humbled by his human clothing and glasses.

I think I still need to work on that. It's the continuous balancing act of derby and life. There has to be a balance or else Clark Kent would just be Super Man all the time, and I think he liked being Clark for the most part. It's that balance. You can't be a super hero to the world all the time . . . how would you pay your bills?

Hugs & Bruises,

Raven

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