Mixed-up
Posted 3 years ago at 08:52. 2 comments
This past weeked, I played in my first ultimate tournament in over a year.
Our team did very well; we didn’t beat our seeding, but we managed to go 3-3 over the two days, winning 3 of our 4 games on the first day, and in so doing, qualifying for the Rec Championship bracket. This was especially gratifying when you consider that my Wednesday night team has only won one game all season.
Personally, I thought I acquitted myself well. I prepped behorehand: stretching properly, drinking lots of (non-alcoholic) fluids, and generally showing more foresight than I would normally give myself credit for. My play was reasonably inspired on day 1, if I do say so myself, and my body didn’t give up on me completely on the second day. Watching one of my teammates, Warren, go over hard on his ankle (he ended up snapping two ligaments) helped everyone else on the team suck up their minor injuries and keep playing. Warren: get well soon!
I will apologize to Bird one final time for throwing away that last pass in our game against Quicksand. Now let us never speak of it again.
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I hadn’t had enough frisbee for the weekend yet, so on Monday I hooked up (somewhat belatedly) with James and Mark for a round of yellows at Jacques Cartier. Didn’t do too badly, but man, is my arm ever sore now.
You stretch before a workout? Isn’t that a no-no?
Perhaps “stretching properly” should have read “not showing up 5 minutes after the game has started so that I actually had some time to throw the disc around before the game.”
I don’t take a pilates class before each game, no.