The Community of Disc Golfers and About All Things Disc Golf
I came to the realization yesterday and today how much disc golf means to me. You see, I grew up playing soccer. I played competitively from ages 5-20. From age 14-20, I played year round. Growing up I wanted to play college soccer. I played for a year and a half, and it wasn't what I wanted it to be. I hung up the cleats. That WAS my life for 15 years. This was the first fall season in 15 years that I wasn't playing soccer. This summer was the first season in 8 years that I wasn't playing soccer (I played winter, spring, summer, and fall). Also, I have been snowboarding for 6 years now. I still enjoy snowboarding very much, but I just figured out I don't like it as much as disc. This spring, I picked up a disc and began to play. As I stated in another blog I was hooked (go read it if you haven't). It filled the time void I had now that soccer was out of my schedule.
If you know me very well, you know that I'm very hard on myself with sports. Disc golf was one that the outcome depended entirely on me rather than the team. I had grown sick of getting told I played like shit or playing great and having other people play like shit. I'd screw up once in a game and beat myself up for a couple of weeks over it. Disc golf, however, was different for me. I had to focus on each shot. I had to forget whatever happened on the last shot (or hole) and give all my effort to the next shot (or hole). I haven't been playing for 15 years either, so I expect myself to screw up a lot!
As for the snowboarding, these last few days it made me realize how much I love disc. You see, I am taking snowbaording for college credit this interim, and Tuesday was our first day. I have hit rails and boxes and jumps plenty of times without messing up my body in the six years I have ridden (minus a broken tailbone). I could really care less if I ever ride park in my life. I love to freeride and find pleasure in just that. Tuesday was different. I was riding a rail and ate it bad. I started to slide off the rail and fought it, which in turn allowed my knee to meet the rail and then I flipped a few times. Broke my phone. Can't bend my knee, and I strained (if not slightly tore) my groin. I was gonna play in the Fairway Freezer Ice Bowl on Sunday, but now I'm beating myself up over it. I wanna play so bad. I went out and played 9 holes yesterday, but I could manage no more than a standing throw. I shot 3 over (and that was WITH 2 birdies) for the 9 and called it quits.
I guess the snowboard injury made me realize how much I love the sport. I knew I was pretty fanatical, but when my first thought when I got up was that it sucked cuz I was gonna be out for the Freezer, I knew just how fanatical I was.
So I guess the moral of this story is that I suck at keeping blogs short.