I spent the whole afternoon yesterday playing Frisbee with Geoff. Why? Well, most of you know that I have a semi-unhealthy obsession with being the best, so when I play kind of bad the first week of a new sport at PE, I spend the whole week following wholly devoted to improving my skills. At PE this week I did only passably well, partially because it was cold, and as my friend Ashley said, I was so congested I sounded like I was "hacking up a corn dog."
But it was also partially because I hadn't thrown a Frisbee since sometime last year. So yesterday, I practiced. And practiced. And practiced. I think I'm ready, even though there's not really any way to practice throwing a Frisbee when there's somebody all up in your face, trying to block your every move and about thirty-two different voices screaming at you to throw them the Frisbee.
When I'm in that position, I don't tend to handle it well. In fact, I seem to recall that when that happened to me on Thursday, I screamed, "TOO MANY VOICES!!! AAAAAH!!!!!!"
Maybe this week will be easier. And then we have to play with the boys, who play every sport like football to some extent. It's always interesting when the girls come in and all of the boys are all shy because they don't want to hurt them. Then they get comfortable and start dominating the field again.
So I figure, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! You will be DOMINATED, you BOYS!!!!!