ouch

A friend of a friend in DC hooked me up with a one-day tournament and a team to play with yesterday. It was pretty intense since I'm a bit rusty and am in terrible shape, but still more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Filipino ultimate is about 7 years old and has been growing, so they say, by a power of two each year. There are two big tournaments here and a league which runs every so often. Most of the action is in Manila.

The point of the post title is that every single muscle in my body is sore. I haven't been so tired in a long time. Riding back from the fields (en route to the amazing turkey dinner one of the players cooked afterward) I was seriously worried I would throw up on the side of the Manila freeway, not because I'd had any of the liquor that was passed around on the field but because my body was so unaquainted to the athletic abuse it had received. It may also have had something to do with the large amount of water I drank from unknown sources.

I caught the packed 10:30 bus back to my city, having to stand for the first half of the trip, and eventually got off and hobbled down the little path to my house. The great thing about exhaustingly fun days is how exciting it is to get to sleep afterward.