Doing myself a disservice

I intended to take a short power-nap at about 7.30pm last night. Several snooze button pushes later it was 2am and I was wide awake.

I met Julia after work to do some vital last minute shopping before we jet off to KL later today to join the Malaysia Ultimate Open.  Most notably outstanding from our inventory of need-it items were what Julia calls honey shorts and contact lenses for me.

Honey Shorts

In Tony’s book, Ultimate – The Greatest Sport Ever Invented by Man, he talks about the Honey Pass.  All it is really, is when a known couple on the team are the last two involved in scoring a point. You’ve passed to your honey, hence the Honey Pass.

You can now probably guess why she’s calling it Honey Shorts. Simply because a known couple on the team are wearing the same shorts. Sickly sweet, I know. It’s futile to resist.

Contacts

Ultimate is not a contact sport.  Not officially, anyway.  But wearing glasses are well hazardous.  For instance, I was laying out (Ultimate speak for diving like a maniac) for the disc once, caught the disc, hit the ground, jumped up triumphantly with the disc in hand only to realise my glasses flew off somewhere.

It was one of those ‘nobody-move-you’ll-crush-my-glasses’ moments and everybody froze looking around for my specs.  Only once we found it a good 3 meters away from where I landed did the jubilations continue.

Ultimate is also a sweaty sport. You run around; a lot, so you sweat. My bald head has no hair to absorb and evaporate some sweat, so it come streaming down my face and causes my glasses to not be as secure as they could be.

With the running, jumping, looking up and down the whole time, it become annoying to keep on pushing them back, hence the contacts.

Disservice

So anyway, hunting around for the above was a tough walk and afterwards we felt a short power-nap would be justified.  But as it happens, you can only hit the snooze button in a daze so many times before you hit the off button.

At 2am I woke up with a start, had to switch off the lights and my computer, which I left on in anticipation of returning in 20 minutes, and then found myself wide awake an unable to sleep.

The only thing left to do was to get up and do what I wanted to do, so there I was, blogging.  At 3am Julia’s stomach started making odd noises and she declared her hunger.  The only place open at this time of the morning is McDonalds.

I protested, as McDonalds is seriously not something I consider food, but at 4.20am we were sitting there with sausages Egg McMuffins, oil saturated hash-browns and coffee that, seriously, tasted like ashtray.  The novelty factor was quite high though.

Interestingly enough it was busier than we had expected. They had about 6 staff members on duty, and 3 other tables were occupied.  Even more interesting was that there were 4 delivery guys in addition to that.

They all sat in a circle on the side-walk outside the McD’s… drinking beer!! At 4am the bike delivery boys at McDonald’s were drinking beer on the side walk. Not sure what the manager thought of that. If he noticed, he sure didn’t care.

We laughed our way through McDonald’s nutrition guide which has lots of colourful fruit and vegetables on the cover. In there they try debunking rumours that their meats aren’t 100% and that their apple pie doesn’t contain real apples and their juice isn’t real orange. Hehe.

Anyway, shortly after we were back at home, going at it again.  The theory is is that we just keep going and crash tonight after the flight, which gets us into KL at after midnight. Then hopefully we’ll be fresh and ready for tomorrow’s first game in the Malaysia Ultimate Open.

I hope that theory works.  Maybe I should go do some packing…