Article October 29, 2012 Issue

Frisbee and a 'holy day'

Emily Clarke

Courtesy photo

I am a student at Principia College, and one of my favorite extracurricular activities is playing frisbee on our Chapel green most afternoons and in an indoor gym on Monday nights. I’ve never been particularly athletic, and so discovering I wasn’t incompetent at frisbee was exciting and meant I became a pretty big fan. 

One Monday night, I was playing indoors with a large group of people, and I was barefoot. The game was fun; there was a lot of spirited and joyful competition between the two teams, and I was playing fairly well. Overall, I was having a great time. My day had not gone as smoothly as I’d hoped, and I’d been looking forward to frisbee as a way to burn off some steam. 

Partway through the game, I was sprinting down the court and had to stop suddenly, reacting to the path of the frisbee. I landed on one of my bare heels with all my weight, and the shock was extraordinary and quite painful. 