I’m happy to announce to the world that my legs are feeling a whole lot better this morning. My thigh muscles have been so sore I’ve been popping Advil like candy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I could hardly bring me legs up far enough to get my socks on. Whenever I got up off the couch I wobbled a bit before making my way to wherever I had to go. It was terrible. It was the worst three days these legs have had in a long time.
Please don’t worry, I have no illness. No, what affected these legs so horribly for the last trio of days could be attributed solely to the Golden Mile Mall, or, at least what was within the walls of the mall…the bowling alley.
We had to look after our granddaughters Friday night and we were looking for something different to do. One of the girls doesn’t have the attention span to sit through a whole movie at the theater, so that was out. Going to the park wouldn’t have killed much time, so that was out. They didn’t want to go to “It’s A Blast,” which is one of my favorite places to hang out with the kids. So, that was out as well.
What they did want to do was go bowling. Hey, I was all game. I used to be in a bowling league when I was young and my wife and I had bowled with friends in the past, so this was right up my alley, so to speak.
When we got to our lane at the alley, I plugged in everybody’s name on the scoreboard. I plugged in the names Kelly, Courtney, and Kelcey. For me, I went with something more dramatic befitting a man of my bowling stature…Bowlingking!
Well, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Apparently I had lost some of my bowling skills somewhere along the line. By the time the dust had settled at the end of the first game I found out just how badly I sucked at bowling. I finished third, behind my wife and Courtney. Thank goodness for the 6 year old. I beat her by 7 points to grab third spot! I felt bad for feeling so good about not finishing last. Maybe you’ll beat papa next time Kelcey. In your face, sucker!
By the next game I found my rhythm and actually finished in first place. By the end of the second game my muscles were already aching and I knew things wouldn’t be pretty for a couple of days, and they weren’t. I’m glad we left after that. With my thigh muscles as sore as they were, I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough strength to apply the brakes on the vehicle on the drive home.
We did eventually make it home safely that night. Everyone had a great time.
The only things that didn’t have a great time that night were my thighs!