Yesterday, I decided to hit the 10 o’clock game of ultimate Frisbee.

Of course I was also going to play at 1, so that meant about five fabulous hours of Frisbee.

I didn’t make it out there until closer to 11, but I was feeling good. I was ready to go. I dived right in.

When the first pass was thrown to me, I hobbled backward jockeying for position—and then promptly fell on my butt.

Huh?

Mental note: Practice running backward without falling down.

I swear that a few plays later, I hit a pothole making a cut, and I fell down again! This time, my knees paid the price.

I think the 10 o’clock group seriously thought I was physically challenged.

Maybe I wasn’t awake yet?

To solidify my dominance on the Frisbee field, I sprinted again chasing the route of the disc and fell—AGAIN!—but this time I made up for it.

I got up, cursed my knees (which were bleeding at this point) and actually scored in the end zone before getting the chance to trip over my own feet.

I honestly spent more time on the ground than I did running around. Sad.

Through some miracle, I managed to stay upright for the 1 o’clock game.

It takes talent to be me!