After a long day of working indoors, Ryan and his coworker/roommate Peter decided to stop at a local park to enjoy a game of Frisbee.  The sun was setting on a crisp Florida afternoon, casting a golden hue across the graceful white disc as it spun through the air.  Ryan soon realized that, while he enjoyed Pete’s company, the Scotsman was unable to throw a Frisbee with any degree of accuracy. 

Ryan sprinted after every Frisbee as if it were a touchdown pass in the Super Bowl, elegantly plucking the disc from the air.  Pete, for his part, made only a token effort to catch Ryan’s throws, but mostly waddled to and fro like Winnie the Pooh, content to pick it up off the muddy ground.

After a half hour of this bull shit, Ryan’s legs hurt and he went home.  His legs remained sore at press time.