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2006_09_07:11: The Rudest Tea Guests

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Splendid Frisbee happens almost every weekend right now. The group is fluid, but getting bigger by fits and starts. Rather than send out announcements that contain all the information, as I used to do, I made a couple of frisbee pages and just link to them in the emails. I've mostly sent the announcements to people on the san diego sifter list . The people I get from this list are fabulous, because when we have to take a breather they are actually interesting to talk to. I've hesitated to send the announcements to sites devoted to physical activity because I'm afraid I'll get a bunch of boring jocks. Nevertheless, I decided this week to submit ads to the Outdoors Club and to craigslist . Also submitted to a brand new local activities site after its owner responded to my craigslist ad, but there was a technical difficulty and the guru is out of town for the weekend; hope I remember to try again when he gets back.

I'm living in Pacific Beach now, which means that my bike ride to and from the games has increased from 8 miles round trip to 18 miles round trip because I still hold the Splendid Frisbee games in La Jolla. For one thing, E lives there and likes to run to the games, and a 20-mile trip on foot in addition to 3-7 miles of frisbee is a bit much to expect even for him. For another thing, I trade on the advantage of continuity and familiarty: the games were always held there, so that's the way we do it. And for yet another thing, I'm most likely to get students (mostly male) showing up for a run in the sun on the beach. Which is too bad, because we happily tutor, care for, accommodate, coach, and cheer for anyone who is willing to try, and I for one would love to see some more women there. La Jolla Shores also has leopard sharks to stalk, dolphins to spot, and intertidal zone creatures to observe, and fairly calm water to swim in afterward.
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2006_09_14:13: Varieties of Mischief

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Long, long ago, in the ancient city of Baltimore, Thomas and I terrorized the neighbors by playing a primitive form of Splendid Frisbee in tight spaces between row houses and cars, sometimes in an empty, steeply sloping, partially wooded lot known locally as "The Field". Many co-created science fiction stories revolved around the disc and our travels through the paths in The Field, so frisbee was not just a physical sport for us: it was art, intrigue, and drama. There was serious danger, both real and imagined (I suffered my first broken bone chasing a frisbee in this field). Running through the paths was involved, though not usually directly. Incredibly, this nonsense went on for many years.

When I was in college (around 1984), the game solidified. I had just played a year of varsity lacrosse, so I was inclined to run and dodge obstacles. I missed lacrosse without missing the competitiveness. I made up for it with the new twist on an old beloved game.

In grad school in Bloomington, Indiana (around 1987), I began running regularly. But running is not only painful, but boring. A running partner is good, but a running partner throwing a frisbee is immeasurably better. The frisbee provides more than enough motivation to sprint and to get more of a full-body workout. Fortunately, there were several willing victims around. Liz and Tom were my best partners. We honed the game. Somewhere around there I named it: "Splendid Frisbee," a tongue-in-cheek, stilted, pretentious name partly meant to express how the players feel about it, partly to poke fun at the people who named Ultimate Frisbee with a superlative, as if that were a game than which no greater can be conceived. It is a bit of a filtering mechanism, because you have to have something of a sense of humor to hear that name and try it anyway.

Rules were developed, as one might expect, ad hoc, after much induction from empirical data. They are subject to revision and addition. But let there never be contrived and pointless rules, irrelevant standards to live up to. It shall always remain a laissez-faire game, on pain of becoming a completely different game.

A possible "goal" for the game is to be the last player able to speak a semi-coherent sentence and stand upright without staggering. That person could then be required to purchase electrolytes for all the other players.

I have played the game wherever I have traveled. Discs are easy to pack, and I really only need one other player, or a stiff wind, to make a game happen. But I have never caught *ANY*one else playing the game without me, ever. Why? It seems like such an obvious thing to do! Everyone who plays it with me likes it, but I don't think any of them have ever reported back that they played without me. Perhaps *I* am Splendid Frisbee, and when I die, Splendid Frisbee will fly up onto a roof and get stuck there forever. That is why I am writing this history: maybe one day after I am gone, someone will read this and resurrect it simply because it is old and not in fashion.

More likely, though, it doesn't catch on because it apparently *looks* really hard to spectators. People often stop me on the beach and tell me how amazing we are and how much fun it is to watch us. I have been asked if we are training for a biathalon (or for Ultimate Frisbee). They embarrassedly reject my offer to put them on the mailing list to join us, insisting that they could never keep up with us. Mostly, people watch us going by with wide eyes and surprised smiles; sometimes we get applause and cheers. It probably also looks like we have some definite yet mysterious plan, especially if we are zigzagging and circling to accommodate a slow runner. So no one knows what the "rules" are, so there's nothing to go home and duplicate in the back yard. I'd love to change this. How awesome it would be to wander into a park and find a gamein progress, and join it if I were properly shod!

For now, until we are featured on the news, we have to content ourselves with being a very small collective who incidentally provide entertainment to beach-goers.

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2006_09_13:23: My favorite sports movie

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I've been trying a couple of new venues to advertise Splendid Frisbee. I went to this site called "sportsvite", where you can advertise your game and search for victims and invite them to play. You have to make a personal profile. The profile is all about sports. Being a mere closet jock, and not at all interested in sports per se, the questions seemed surreal to me. They asked my favorite pro and college teams of course, no surprise there. They asked my favorite gym, and I actually had an answer to that! Then it got really weird. They asked about my favorite sports MUSIC, BOOK, MOVIE, VIDEO, and QUOTES! People have these? I attempted only two answers. I said that my favorite sports book was "Hang Tough, Paul Mather", which is a book I read when I was 11, about a boy who had leukemia and wasn't supposed to do anything physical but played on a little league team on the sly. It may be the only "sports book" I have ever read, unless you count something like "Star Wars". And for my favorite sports movie, I put "The Black Stallion", which is really more of an art film about the gorgeousness of horses, the majesty of nature, and the brilliance of Francis Ford Coppola, but does have a marginal them of horse racing--which, I guess, isn't so much a sport as it is theater, or gambling.
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2011_05_29:18: Dead weight

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A few months ago I set a ridiculous goal: I would lift 1,000 pounds on the leg press.

I've been increasing the weight on the leg press by 45-90 per week for the last couple of months. This Thursday evening, I lifted 900 lbs.
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2001_07_17:17: Physical Things

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I read a few weeks ago in a free health publication that there's a new diet being recommended for weight loss, and the diet is supposed to be modeled on the programs followed by professional athletes. The recommendation is 2 weeks of eating lots of calories, and 2 weeks of taking in below-normal amounts.

At first I thought this was insane. That's like a binge-purge cycle, and while some athletes whose weight is regulated (wrestlers, for example) may use this method to make contest limits, it's not good to eat inconsistently.

Now I'm not so sure. I think I might eat like this naturally. For example, I just went through a cycle during which, as I wrote to Tom, I just couldn't eat enough and lay awake wondering whether I should go down and eat just one more thing and then fell asleep planning the next day's meals; and then after about 2 weeks of that, I felt sick of food and just thinking about making dinner made me tired. So I'm going to start keeping records of what I've eaten and how much I've worked out.

Monday (yesterday):
Breakfast: 3 eggs, 2 ounces turkey ham, 1.5 cups strawberries, .5 cup full-fat yogurt, 2 slices of high-protein yellow cake, 3 cups of jasmine green tea.
Lunch: two slices of hi-protein pear hazelnut bread with liverwurst.
Rode to the gym, a faster-than-normal ride, 30 minutes; and weighed in (142 electronic, 145 mechanical). It was leg day. Had to work in with some guys on the leg press, so I started with one set of 315. Three more sets at 405, 495, and 585. The last set was a real strain, because I hadn't completely digested lunch yet: liverwurst is not a good pre-workout meal. One set on the hip adductor at 150, couldn't get a turn in on the abductor, gave up and did one set on the leg curl at 57 positive /78 negative. Then it was class time.
Difficult step class, but the air conditioning was working. A little too much twirling for my knees, plus I'd hyperextended once on the leg press. I'm surprised it doesn't hurt today.
Dinner: I was not hungry when I got back, still full from lunch! So I waited a couple of hours, then concocted a cream of mushroom, chicken, noodle, and pea soup and had a bowl of chocolate pudding.

Tuesday:
Breakfast: Two eggs, one ounce turkey ham, 1 cup strawberries, two slices of yellow cake, .25 cup yogurt.
Lunch: Not hungry.
Dinner: Still not hungry, so I'll eat what I feel interested in. I feel interested in fettucini alfredo with imitation crab and a big bitter green salad of arugula, dandelion, parsely, radiccio, avocado, and bacon bits.

Muscles are in some pain but not much. Still, I didn't want to run today. Really, Monday's should be upper body day, Wednesday should be leg day. I just sort of lost my mind when I got to the gym.
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2001_07_20:18: Social Considerations

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Tuesday continued:
Dinner: ate the whole big green salad, but could only eat half the fettuccini alfredo. Several hours later, had some hi-protein chocolate pudding but still didn't want dinner.

Wednesday:
Breakfast: Pear hazelnut bread with honey roasted almond butter; extra tea, since my throat was sore.
Lunch: Not terribly hungry, so just finished last night's dinner of fettuccini, with more tea and some strawberries.
Dinner: Still not hungry, so just snacking. Liverwurst sandwich, a package of Maruchan raman soup, a cup of cherries, a cup of pudding.

Thursday
Breakfast: Grilled ham and cheddar sandwich on hi-protein brioche, a cup of strawberries, tea. It's time for lunch now but I don't want any. Am I cycling, or is it just that I've got a bit of a cold?
Dinner: I'm hungry now, and I really need to make sure I eat at this point. Spaghetti and meatball are on the stove but I don't want to eat, so as usual when I don't have an appetite I eat a couple of pieces of candy to prime the pump. It's working. Never understood why people make such a big deal about dessert being something that must come at the end of a meal rather than the beginning. I frequently eat mine in the other direction, or pause in the middle of dinner to eat dessert, then return to dinner. But I don't ever eat dessert without also eating substantial food within a few minutes; otherwise, I'll get a sugar rush and then a sugar low and I'll feel like hell for hours afterward. [However, come the time, I fail to finish even half of the plate of food; it's in the fridge.]

Friday:
Breakfast: Two grilled ham and cheese sandwiches on brioche and 1.5 cups strawberries, with tea--liked it so much yesterday. I almost always seem to have an appetite for breakfast.
Lunch: Not hungry.
Dinner: Still not hungry. Now what will I do? I think I can manage a bitter salad if I take it slow.

I'm off my feed, and I don't think it's because I've had a little cold.