The Disc

For the last few weeks I’ve been playing Ultimate Frisbee, here in Madison. I have some observations.

I am not good at this game. I am out of shape. I found myself huffing around the field, chasing down the disc, wondering, ‘What are you doing?’ Only experience can answer this question, as long as I don’t quit. What am I doing? I’m getting better at it. I’m getting in shape.

The first weeks, like any new hobby/activity/adventure, I learned much. I learned basic tactics and terms. I learned about the zone defense and I learned the dire repercussions of not playing the zone defense correctly. I learned that when you get steamrolled you should call a foul (in my defense, I was confused and dazed). I learned that a novice should seek out opposing novices and stick to them. I learned that if I play three straight points I’m done for the night. I have begun to learn a forehand throw. I learned to STAND UP before I throw the disc. I am learning patience. I have learned that during the normal course of events in daily life, I never, ever, sprint. The guys who play have been accommodating in the extreme, explaining a great many things to me and helping me with my throws.

Even this bit of exercise a few times a week seems to have an effect on my mood. Endorphins, I’m told. The other two positive effects are that when I’m exhausted I sleep more consistently (through the night, more or less) and it makes me hungry enough to eat…