Ultimate Pain
Tonight I’m zipping up to Hartford for some Ultimate Frisbee action. There’s a potential that I might be able to make this sport a regular occurence on Tuesdays. Unfortunately, Hartford’s just under an hour away and with the sun setting around 7:15, it’s unlikely we’ll get more than an hour and a half of play time. I’m sure it’ll still be wildly fun.
Post-ultimate I have to pick up some school supplies for classes which start tomorrow. Although part of me is fearful, the other part of me is pretty excited. We’ll see how things look in a week or two once I’ve been completely emersed.
Last night during Kung Fu one of the instructors paired up with me for body conditioning (a friendly name for ‘beating each others limbs senseless). We started with an arm exercise where we strike forearms again and again. It’s suppose to build up your bone mass over time so that you eventually become an unstoppable machine.
We started bashing our forearms against our partners… and my arms were hurting more than I thought they should.
mike d: am I doing this block right? my arms are hurting a lot more than I expected them to.
instructor: oh, don’t worry. I try to do this for an hour a week with a steel bar so my forearms are in pretty good shape
the man said…
“I TRY TO DO THIS FOR AN HOUR A WEEK WITH A STEEL BAR”
What?!?
Needless to say I’m a bit black and blue today.
Wow! Uh…don’t make him mad.
I always thought it’d be interesting if all the instructors were leaving the academy at the same time, and someone tried to mug them.
This is, I would imagine, a mugger’s nightmare.
Second only to that scene in Crocodile Dundee.
“You call that a knife, mate?”
I think that if you replace “forearms” with “brains” and “steel bar” with “Norton”, this Kung Fu class sounds a lot like our MQP.
ha ha, it’s true!
Funnily enough, I train for Ultimate by throwing and catching a cast-iron frisbee.
I train for orienteering with a lead map and compass.