good grief charlie brown.
i played some ultimate today, and i sucked. i feel like a fatty. i'd run hard for one cut, and then i wouldn't be able to catch my breath at all! roar. i don't know what that was about. maybe it had something to do with my huge and delicious breakfast this morning, which i timed wrong, cause it wasn't digested quite enough by gametime.
note to self:
get! back! in! shape!
allen came out though, and that was cool. sucked for him; the fields were hella muddy from the snow we had the other day, and he was like the one guy without cleats. plus i think the only rookie, too. and it's too bad i was sucking wind, cause i would have loved to get in some nice, soft, filthy layouts. although there isn't much that can compare to
this day.
note to self:
teach my rookies what they need to know to stay in the game, if they wanna learn.
there were a couple possibly cute ultimate girls out today, but i didn't talk to em at all. humm. maybe i should work on that being shy with strangers thing. but... how likely is that. buh. i did finally get to try out the fancy schmancy thing tessie made to keep my wrist warm. it rules. like you don't even know.
anyway. i really wish i had the time to play more. if i could get back to even two or three games a week, i'd suck for a while, but i'd get my game and stamina back faster. maybe i'll beat down my work scedule a bit more when it gets warm again. gotta push harder.