It was a very cold and frigid sunday mornin’ in good ole’ South Carolina when I was playing ultimate frisbee. I was hot sweaty and exhausted in the cold early morning. I was the one they were going to throw the frisbee to and I looked up at the sky and the light blinded my eyes. As I was running backwards trying to catch the frisbee I almost tripped over an old wooden log. I recovered slowly from my stumble and continue to run down the wet field. As the frisbee came closer to me I could feel the cold condensation on the frisbee hit my face. It was a cold but refreshing feeling. As I caught the flying disk I felt myself start to lose my footing. I chose to ignore it because it was to get a point in the game and I’m extremely competitive. When
