I’ve always enjoyed a game of Ultimate Frisbee.  It’s the one sport in life that I could play all day and never get tired of playing–well maybe physically tired, but not emotionally.  So, I decided albeit majorly out-of-shape, that I would join a league this summer.  Last night was my second night to play for the league.  These people have seemingly played since they were two, and I appear to be the wayward ant in the colony.  Everyone seems to know where to run on offense, where to run to catch the fancy throws, which receiver they should pass to, and ALL of the fancy frisbee lingo, BUT… THEN THERE IS MAREN— running around the field aimlessly, giving my defender every reason to laugh.  A couple times last night I found myself wanting to cry ( I know, I’m slightly too competitive)– I felt that desparate!  I kept trying remember that this was JUST a game, but I found the opposing team so intense, that  a cry would have been easily justified–they were RUTHLESS.  It didn’t help either that there were only 2 girls to show on my team, and we had to play 2 girls for a majority of both games–At this point in my little blog, don’t forget, I’m way too out-of-shape.  After my short feel-like-a-good-cry-fest, I toughened up a bit, got back into the game, and put on my most severe game face.  This didn’t help my confusion nor did it help in knowing where to be on the field, but did make it better knowing that I would NOT let myself quit.  Before I know it, I’ll catch on to their fancy-dancy passes, organized plays and crazy defensive moves.  I won’t give up.  AND, you can rest assured that next season, when there is a ‘wayward ant’ who finds herself in my current position, I’ll be helping her–even if I’m defending the poor soul. Sigh.

Happy Thursday.