Fast Frisbee

Several years ago, I invented the ultimate frisbee game. Unfortunately, there was a slower, klunkier frisbee game that had already presumed to take the name 'ultimate frisbee.'

So I had to name mine 'fast frisbee.' Maybe a better name anyway. But the other game is not the ultimate, so they should give up the name.

Background: When you exercise to exercise, it can be very tedius and mentally anguishing. That's why I enjoyed wrestling so much. You were having too much fun, usually, to notice how exhausted you were. Plus, it was so unpredictable as to when you would get relief (as opposed to running a specified distance or riding a bike to the top of a hill), you tended not to think about it. Anyway, in my teens, I invented a game that was great exercise in which, unlike wrestling, had zero anguish. It was simple: you go out on a grass field with another person and a frisbee and play catch. The more the other person stinks at frisbee throwing, the better the workout you get, because you try to catch every single throw, no matter how far off and unlikely. You dive and roll a lot. Plus, the thing is, you never hang onto the frisbee. In and out. You catch it, you are throwing it - all in one motion. So there's minimal resting and slowing down. And waiting. After a while, since you are running every which way and catching high and low and left and right, you get so you develop a variety of throwing techniques to suit your relative position to your target - especially since there is no stopping and it is supposed to be all one motion. So you get pretty good at the following throws:

Outside Overhand
Inside Overhand
Outside Thumb
Inside Thumb
Inside Underhand (Regular)
Low Inside Underhand (same as regular except instead of starting with the frisbee held level across your pelvis or stomach, you start with the frisbee vertical and back as if you were going to pitch a softball or horse shoe and then as you bring it forward, you snap it to level so it flies level. This usually results in a high hovering flight)
I suppose you could throw a decent Outside Underhand, but I have never developed it or found it practical since I have the Outside Thumb to throw.
Similarly, there isn't much use for the Inside Overhand because of the Inside Thumb. Mostly, I just throw the Outside Overhand, Outside Thumb and Regular. And I throw with my left hand.

Slow and klunky Ultimate Frisbee makes a big deal out of the success of each throw. There is a lot of waiting and running around for position while the man with the disc ducks around trying to throw past the guards jumping all over him to block his shot. It's very tedius. And Klunky. Each throw is such a big deal, and is so pre-meditated, the game always gets too serious and players get left out while the boldest soon fall to throwing only to their buddies they know best.

Another problem with Ultimate and it's big-deal throws, people are careful so they do most of their throws as a Regular and most of their catches with two hands. Nothing fancy, nothing fun.

So here's how you play: Just like Ultimate, but replace Thou Shalt Not Run With The Frisbee with Thou Shalt Not Hold The Frisbee. Also, forget out of bounds. Out of bounds, even in basketball, is just an excuse for sissies to rest and slow the game down. Also, and this is essential, when the frisbee is dropped or a catch is missed, whoever picks it up has possession. Who lost it has no relevance. That way, you have a lot more chasing, diving and piling. But more importantly, it reduces the big deal out of every throw because you know that if they miss, it doesn't automatically mean it's the other team's ball. But obviously, there is motivation to throw and catch well to score. And to score, you have to make the catch. If the frisbee hits the turf in the end zone, offense has to throw it back out to the field; defense does the same thing but obviously keeps trying to drive it to the other end zone. Because of the Thou Shalt Not Hold The Frisbee rule, the game is condusive to the various throwing techniques. One does not stop running just because he catches the frisbee, but he can if he wants. Just so he throws it as it is caught. Being this fast, it becomes necessary to have someone in the end zone well before the movers are ready to attempt a goal; therefore, it is permissible for a receiver (and a defender) to remain in the end zone at all times. In fact, it is permissible for all players to be anywhere they please at any time.

Simple Mayo

Tonight I wanted traditional tuna so I made some mayo to go with my tuna, fresh ginger chips (in lieu of pickle) and romaine.

I took my coconut oil, which I have been keeping in the fridge, so it's pretty hard, and melted some in a steel bowl on the stove on low heat. I dropped 2 eggs into the blender and turned it on. After the eggs were beaten a moment, I began to pour a thin stream of the warm coconut oil into the blender. I continued until the mayo on top suddenly froze, unaffected by the propeller, whereupon I stopped pouring and my coconut mayo was done.

It was good!

Not All Better

Last night (the next night) I was still off: I had a little cream, a lot of peanuts and some rhubarb. Wow, what a treat!

But then I was 194. I took a shot. Almost 2 units.

In the morning, I still didn't feel good. I haven't been 100% since my trip with the scouts a week and a half ago. That's about the time I quit taking any supplements and I'm wondering if I'm missing those despite my (albeit feeble) efforts to eat super and not need supplements.

Bad Day

Today for some reason I was really hungry and weak all morning going to and being at church. I did not eat, but that is not unusual for Sunday. In fact, it is normal - since I am so physical the rest of the week, it only makes sense to me to go to church fasting since I'm not hungry and won't be doing much. But today I was hungry.

So when I got home, I had a peeeeeerrrrrfect meal. But then Sharon cooked chicken too. And then the cream was sitting there.......

I ate too much. I was 249. For the first time in 12 years, I was just sick of running just because of my sugar. I went to sleep. I woke up and tested again: 260. I didn't want to at all, but I went around the bridge loop on foot again. But this time, I walked most of the way. I didn't feel well in general and also had a heartburn/hiccup/squid effect thing going on with my tubes.

So this isn't a blog about how easy it is to get over diabetes easy in one year. It's a blog about how I'm going to be and how I'm doing so far and how I still believe they are wrong when they say "incurable! here's some meds."

No Title - That limits the imagination too much on this one

I feel happy, man.

I feel very very happy.

And my fingernails are like two by fours, man. Two by fours.

Because I been eating collards man, eating collards and drinking collard juice, dude.

My finger nails feel like two by fours in my fingers.

Dig it.

I don't think I mentioned this but I am not certain. If not, it's amazing because I observed this very key phenomenon way back in 1986.

Your interest in, cravings for or temptation to eat junk food is inversely proportional to your current fitness.

When I am busy and schedule challenged I get into the mood for candy and what not. When I am in shape to compete in a 5k race, I have no desire for such things.

And I don't sit and sit and eat big meals.

Purely out of want - no concious effort required.

So while exercise will burn carbs and calories and lower cholesterol and improve your general health and metabolism, the single biggest benefit it gives you in losing weight or reversing Syndrome X is the thing it does to your appetite. It replaces your appetite for junk food with an appetite for lite.

Time for Revival Already

Yeah, I haven't been too careful and haven't been feeling good the last several nights. Tonight I was feeling seriously out of range so I tested and it was 352. I was going to go for a jog anyway, now I was going for sure. I ran over the Boston Bridge and down to the 15th St Bridge and across and when I got to the Christy Park Plant, I walked the rest of the way home because I could feel my right knee had had enough. Got back and my sugar was 192. That was good because the way I felt, I was doubtful exercise would even help but it did so I guess I'm not totally shot like when I went onto insulin.

Walking from where the dirt road dips under the rail bridge and turns to asphalt again, the nearly full moon shone down on me and my road and lit up the over-reaching bush branches in a way that made me glad my sugar had been high and had driven me out to see this. It was so beautiful and peaceful, it made me completely happy.