Monday was the first day of the Los Alamos Ultimate Frisbee season. I've been coming to ultimate here since my first summer in town, 1999. In that time, it has been a truism that the first month or so of games will be sparsely populated and getting new people to show up is like pulling teeth. On the first day, in particular, we've been lucky to get enough people for a 3 on 3 game. This year, for reasons unknown, we had 17 people show up—enough for a full 7 on 7 game plus three subs. It was incredible. Furthermore, there were several new people in attendance. We're not sure what strange alignment of the planets brought this on, but it was great!

Another oddity was that it wasn't difficult to get people to get together after the game for food and drinks at TriBev. Some years the ultimate crowd can be a little anti-social, but this time it seems to be off to a great start and I'm excited.

Today is the second game of the season, and I'm not going. I'm also not at work. Because I feel like I've been run over by a truck. I think this probably stems from my over-enthusiastic efforts to ramp up my physical fitness starting this past weekend. The Organ Needle climb was a big one, and it usually takes me a few days to lose the soreness in my legs. But on Monday, when the soreness was at its peak, I decided to run for two hours at Ultimate, which left me really hurting. Then last night I played handball. Probably some mistakes were made here. Anyway today I woke up feeling like complete ass and I'm resting. Hopefully I'll have recovered sufficiently by this weekend to allow a low-key outing of some kind.