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The air this morning was chilly and still a bit damp from the rains here yesterday, but I braved the 9:30am start time to make it to pick up. Normally I'd find such an early start time difficult but after a week of entering the dark world at 5:15am, it felt like I had already slept in. On the ride there, every exposed inch of my skin started to numb as the cold air rushed over it. Arriving at 9:45am I was still early enough to not see anyone there ready to play. Ultimate players; they are all always late. The game finally got going at about ten probably, I know because for the whole week I'd been counting the minutes seeing discs in the blinding white glow of my computer monitor; dreaming of being unleashed from my chair. The playing ended up being a feat in itself with the autumn colored leaves flying as fast a the white discs which turned and bounced in the wind. The frost colored field was already showing signs of excessive wear because you could see cleat marks in mud wear patches of the grass had grown bare. For fifteen minutes there I was a monster, focused, hungry and going for it. I can still recall the throbbing in my hand when the cold hard plastic smashing into my cold even harder hand. I remember ripping white discs from the light blue backdrop like some sort of god would rip the sun from the sky. I hand blocked, got 'D's, threw scores and scored but in 15 minutes it was all over. During one point I whipped my head round too quickly from right to left. My fragile neck couldn't take the g forces of the speed. Shooting pain came down the back left side of my usually invincible but now weakened neck. This last weak must have been too much for it is all I can think. I should have known better when I felt the dull aches, but I just rolled it and stretched it and went back to typing away at my computer. I couldn't stop just because my neck was tired or sore, it wouldn't have been right.