The deeper into the off-season I get (and fall club ending means I have very little ultimate on my horizons), the harder motivation gets.  I dread the coming winter.  On the other hand, if I treat it as a challenge- as a chance to see how strong my will is, I'm much more likely to buckle down.  The real trick will be the cardio, keeping my ass on a treadmill, keeping my resolve to make sure I do such things.  Maybe I'll be doing stairs or something.  The stairwell at my office is promising, as long as I can get in on weekends.  We will see.

Nimble is making overtures to do some work.  I'll almost certainly take him up on it at least once.  He's a good guy and we've both got a lot to gain and nothing to lose.

On a totally different note, I've gotten increasingly afraid of injury, at least while I'm off the field.  I remember distinctly talking with Katie when she came back from England with her torn ACL and she talked about how discouraging getting injured after working her ass off to get in such good shape was.  I've started worrying about what I would do if I got seriously injured, like an ACL tear or a shoulder cuff tear or something similarly severe.  Would I have the resolve to get back on the horse?  I don't have any clue, but I hope beyond hope that I'll never have to find out...