this is how you remind me

been a week.

stayed busy. getting pretty owned between job, practice, training, and life. i am holding up well and i can really see changes and am feeling good. stay positive and keep working.

was consistent on my runs last week, cleated up for practices to get myself moving more.

i am looking into trading my bike in for a fixed gear commuter bike. i am excited. going to be touch to see my cannondale go, but we have had some great times.

two tournaments last weekend, coached in one, played in the other.

got 2nd place at greenfield, coaching tournament. the kids played well, once again showed me how well they can come back. i need to figure out a way to incorporate more intensity into their warmups. truly prepare them for the game.

at pike invite, we got 1st. played with the new team. things went allright. it felt awesome to finally play again. not indoor, not 5 on 5, not just throwing. actual ultimate. took me awhile to start to get my game legs back. my training has put me in a very good position physically, now i just have to remind my body how to use it.

i still need to work on my dump defense. i am too scared of getting beat upline and too often allow them an easy reset. work on quickness, agility. also, when cutting, i need to stop cutting from the front of the stack, exactly what i tell my players not to do. i cut off a few people this weekend, thinking i had an easy cut out of the front. as soon as i did it, i realized it, but be more aware.

one thing i was happy about was that i did not get beat deep. stay intense on d.

i smiled on the line a whole bunch. looked up, around, down. took in the situation. realized i didn't want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment. i love ultimate. feeling that way while playing, recognizing that feeling, is a very powerful motivator and natural boost.

drive home was dismal. i f-ing hate the city.

went for a nice 4 miler yesterday, stretched. still pretty tight in the hamstrings. still need to get more explosive and jump better. one disc went up that i really want to d, couldn't get up. not enough zing. really wanted another shot at that one.

throw more often.

head up, eyes on fire.

"i always took a certain amount of fear into each game. Not the fear of failing, but the fear of being humiliated."

train with fire, play with fire