I haven’t told you this yet, because I wanted to make sure I didn’t die before I completed the season, or do something super awesome like break my arm (WHICH ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO SOMEONE ELSE PLAYING)…
…but I joined a Frisbee league this summer.
And mainly to figure out what this game that The Boy loves so much is all about.
And let me tell you, it’s all about running.
That’s the general summary.
You run. And then you run some more. And then you run extra for fun. All while trying to make sure a disc doesn’t hit you in the face and while attempting to run either to or away from someone.
The fact that I didn’t break something, hurt someone else, or die, is very amazing. Praise Jesus.
I showed up to the first game barely understanding how to throw a Frisbee and having zero idea of what the rules of the game were. I hadn’t eaten because it’s right after work and how long could a simple game of throwing a Frisbee back and forth take?
Answer: Two hours. It can take two hours. And thinking it was simple was dumb.
I finished that game more tired, hungry and sore than I’ve been in years. In fact, my poor friend Ellie (the amazing, wonderful, kind soul who lovingly agreed to play with me so I wouldn’t be alone) described her hunger as wanting to eat an Elephant. And then a bag of potato chips. And that’s exactly what it felt like.
As the season went on, I started to figure out the rules, the general idea of how to play and I got to know my amazing and incredible team. Honestly, they are probably the reason I kept going back. Well, that and I wanted to run more.
Bwahaha. That’s a lie. Obviously. Carrying on…
By the end of the season I was bidding for discs and looked just like this:
Okay, okay, you’re right, I didn’t look like that. I’m committed to my team… but I’m also committed to not dying on the field. So I honestly looked more like this:
But I had fun. I loved cheering the team on, loved the excuse to be outdoors for a couple hours a week and loved getting to see The Boy do something he loved so much. And let’s be honest, this is much less terrifying then watching him rock climb or attempting to ski next to him. #adventurousboyfriendprobs
Plus, I got my first Frisbee.
Which we used in the tournament this weekend.
Wait, did you say tournament?
Why yes, yes I did.
As if one Frisbee game a day isn’t enough, after the season ends, they pair all the teams together and then you
fight til death play for hours for fun against a whole bunch of teams. We lost. We won. We lost again. In my head, we’d play a game, take a break, eat some lunch, maybe play another game.
But no, these people are hard core, I should have known better. We played three games of Frisbee in a row. No stopping.
Luckily Sadly, I missed the first game, so I only played two in a row… and that was about the perfect amount of fun for this girl.
And in the process of hanging out and running around outside, I burnt my skin to a crisp. You should be so lucky to see the tan line I’ve got going on my calves. It’s hot. Literally, still hot to the touch. Poor calves.
Also in the process? I won the Spirit Award for my team for the season. Which means that I may not have known one thing about playing Frisbee, but darn it I was NICE to people. And encouraging. And loud.
This should surprise none of you. The loud part especially.
And you want to know the crazy thing? When Wednesday rolls around this week, I’m going to miss it. I’m going to miss the people. The laughs. Watching the games. The outdoors.
Maybe I’ll try to talk The Boy into a date night throwing a Frisbee around in a park. Just to relive my glory days on the field.
Plus, if I’m going to play again next year, I’ve only got a year to fully learn the rest of what ‘zone defense’ actually is, why you stop movement on the field if there’s a foul, and what you’re actually supposed to be doing when you’re on offense.
Turns out, venturing out of your comfort zone sometimes is pretty darn awesome.
Try it. I dare you.