Oh, My Gash!
After one long month, I finally got to play ultimate again over the weekend! Woohoo! But I could barely run (tsk tsk), plus I couldn’t wear my contacts so I could hardly see the disc (especially when it started raining). Still, it was fun! I could’ve done without that nasty gash on my knee though—I had to kneel to catch the disc at one point, and my knee landed exactly on a pointy rock. Wow. Out of that entire field, that jagged little thing chose to settle at the exact same spot where I would set my knee. I stood up and my skin was broken, not deep enough to require stitches, but deep enough to bleed into my socks and to make me wince each time I stopped running. (My solution? Keep running! But every time I would stop, it would hurt even more. It was a terribly fun cycle as you could imagine.)
Now I have these ugly little stripes on my knee, and it still kind of hurts to walk. Oh well. For the love of the game! (I’m probably just being a baby about this anyway.)