I struck gold this year when I managed to find a fun
group of guys to play ultimate frisbee with on a regular basis. Once or twice a week (or three times, if we were really lucky) we'd go out and scrimmage for an hour or two and just have a good time. We did intramural ultimate in the spring and did only okay, but the point was that we had a blast and got to experience some real competition.Then school ended and all my frisbee pals went home for the summer. No thanks in part to this, my summer has basically been like torture - no one to toss with, definitely not enough people to run a game with, so generally nothing to fill my free-time with. My frisbee withdrawals have been accentuated by my recently acquired bachelorette status, making this summer a real party and a half.
The point is, I used to laugh at my friend when he told me that frisbee was his outlet to release pent up stress and aggression. Mostly I laughed because at the time I was getting laid often enough to not have to worry about alternate methods of stress release. Now, after nearly two months without any major physical activity of any kind, I'd say I'm marching to a different tune.
I got to toss yesterday (and the day before) for the first time since the end of school. I'm not talking about tossing for funsies, I'm talking about my whole middle is sore today from full on hucking for several hours. I broke nails, I have bruises, and I sweat like the out-of-shape asshole that I am. It was like coming home.
Anyway, that last paragraph contained enough innuendo to get my point across. Who needs boys when you've got frisbee?
Alicia's new pr0n.
