December 13, 2005
I went bowling over the weekend, for the first time in about five years. Maybe six. Let's just say it's been a while.
I actually did really well, all things considered: I rolled a 185 and a 172. Pissed off all the non-bowlers by tripling up their scores.
Then Sunday rolled around and I realized just how flabby and disgusting I am. My right forearm was worn out from holding onto the bowling ball, and my left quad was sore, apparently from the slide at the end of the approach.
I was sore the day after bowling. Just frickin' shoot me now.
