Rollercon '24: A Love Note
In case you missed it, Rollercon was last week. The annual trek to the middle of the desert to celebrate roller skating with the world began on Tuesday through Sunday. With the trip came some fun, internal conflicts, and much dancing to be had at the parties. I managed to come through sober, even though I’ll admit it was hot as fuck outside and a frozen margarita sounded lovely. Still did it. Instead of getting hammered, I thought about what my next steps in life were, and how did skating fit into the picture. Before I even left, Rollercon started with a chiropractor visit. I swear if I hadn’t done that, my body wouldn’t have been able to get through the Con. I didn’t sign up for any games, did a few classes, and hesitated to even put my park skates on knowing I was having a difficult time getting around the convention. I DID, however, sign up for a shit ton of NSO positions. This gave me a purpose and eased my mind asking if it was even worth coming to Rollercon. In between s