For the first time in my athletic life, I've honestly been able to say I enjoy everyone on my team. I've never been the best player, or the fastest, or the trickiest. I have, however, consistently been the loudest. And team sports give me a place to use my lungs and my sportsmanship. And they're exercise wisely disguised as fun with the added distraction of sideline visits!
This year was my first go at the sport of ultimate frisbee. And though I recognize there are teams who play barefoot, or with herbal aid, it is also a sport of strategy, of speed, and of disc skill. As a team of mostly beginners and an eager coach, we took to Sunday practices, and short strategy meetings before each game. We steadily improved, with high-fives all around when we gained our first sideways shoe. We have yet to achieve our first victory on the field, but there is a sense of victory in understanding what 'chilly' means, positioning my body for home or away, and having a small bag of spirit games for the end of each competition.
It made my summer months into a summer, complete with passes for cheap beer and free wings.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Separation Anxiety
This weekend I’m picking up a new (to me) car. And though I’m excited for heated seats and power locks, I’m sad to be leaving my (somewhat) trusty/rusty sidekick. Stella and I have been together since Remembrance Day, 2000. My longest chosen relationship, really. I buy her oil and gas and brakes, and she safely takes me to Grande Prairie and back, and to Grande Prairie and back, and to Calgary and back, and to Grande Prairie and back. Yes, we know Highway 43 exceedingly well.
I know that her driver’s lock is broken from the robbery in the Zellers parking lot on my way to see Karissa’s new baby. I know the recline lever is missing from my seat because Dad wanted to ‘check out the new car’. I know the rough groove my thumb has left on the bottom of the steering wheel from 9 years of roadtrips.
Saturday will be the beginning of a new era – an as-of-yet nameless responsible 4-door collection of metal and grease. And goodbye to my spunky little red 2-door friend.
I know that her driver’s lock is broken from the robbery in the Zellers parking lot on my way to see Karissa’s new baby. I know the recline lever is missing from my seat because Dad wanted to ‘check out the new car’. I know the rough groove my thumb has left on the bottom of the steering wheel from 9 years of roadtrips.
Saturday will be the beginning of a new era – an as-of-yet nameless responsible 4-door collection of metal and grease. And goodbye to my spunky little red 2-door friend.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)