I played Ultimate Frisbee last night. I found that the St. Louis metro area has a club that meets all through the week in different places. So I did a little web surfing and discovered where they were planning to play last night. And I joined them.

These people are pretty good, but then, they've been playing at least twice a week for a very long time. The other two ladies out last night were almost as good as the guys - small, wiry, and tough. One of them had grey hair and a strongly lined face, but she tossed that frisbee like nobody's business. So I was the worst of the bunch - but not by much. Just enough to tantalize me. I learned a few things about basic tactics already, things we don't understand at PHC, since we play in mass confusion. This is going to be really good for me. Lynn, the grey-haired lady, also said she is forming a ladies' traveling team in order to attend a tournament in AL in February. That could be fun. Depending. The tournament I went to in KY in Feb. last year was simply miserable - sleet, freezing hands and feet, and ankle-deep mud that gave my knees problems for months. Still, I guess I wouldn't give up the memory for anything.

I was surprised to note how scared I was to drive out by myself, find the park, and play Frisbee for the first time with these people. I guess it was something outside my comfort zone. Often, though, things outside one's comfort zone are some of the most satisfying occupations one can do.  ¶ 6:51 AM