The weather last night was perfect. Everyone was a little late showing up to the field, which left me just tossing disc with a few guys I didn't know. But by 6:30 people started showing up. I was a little nervous about all the running for a variety or reasons. Not the least of which was the fact that I really haven't had any strenuous exercise since my surgery. Also, I'm not acclimated to the altitude at all, I hadn't eaten since lunch, am hideously out of shape, etc.

So it was sorta disheartening when the turnout was poor initially, and greg decreed that we should play full-length field anyway with fours. This means extra running. But people were trickling in steadily so I wasn't too worried. I found myself able to run full speed and make cuts without any pain, other than in my lungs. So that's a relief.

Then came the point from hell. We had some really ugly throws and catches which led to a point which lasted for about 25 minutes. I was well over-exerted. Couldn't run anymore, tasted blood in my mouth, felt like I was going to puke, etc. Not good. So I ended up sitting out for the next 45 minutes or so. And I figured this just means that I am a big out-of-shape git. But it turned out to be a lung problem only, and after my extended bench time, I got a great second wind and was able to play full-force for the rest of the game. And it felt great. I had a couple good catches, and a few gratuitous lay-outs. I [heart] ultimate.

Afterwards we went to the canyon bar & grill for free pool night, where I demontrated my ability to really suck at pool, and we got discount pizza hut.

Now that I've slept for a night, my lungs are feeling a lot better (I'm not wheezing like I've been smoking for 50 years...) and I've become Sore Muscle Man™.