I'm sore. So sore. I'm way out of shape.
What a weird phrase. It's not like I'm a hexagon or anything...
But that's beside the point.
I played frisbee yesterday, the first time this year. It was fantastic!
I'm always falling over, slipping, crashing, and fumbling. I got absolutely filthy, too.
I loved every moment.
But--I am sore.
A good sore, though.
In the course of one hour, it hailed, rained, snowed, was windy, and sunny. Did that stop us? Never.
We aren't your average lily-livered teenagers.
My team lost both games.
I didn't care.