I was convinced it was fatal when I woke up on Monday morning and couldn’t walk properly. The bit where my femur meets my hip really, really hurt.
Some terrible bone condition, I decided. Dying.
And then I realised what it actually was: muscle pain from bowling.
I. Am. Getting. So. Old.
How can a single game of ten pin bowling cause me so much discomfort?
The youngest talked me into playing on Sunday afternoon. I wasn’t keen. I’m still mentally scarred from going bowling for my dear, dear friend Mel’s 40th birthday three years ago when I was still with my ex.
I was the last person to finish bowling and all the other guests stood around watching as I played the worst game EVER SEEN ON THIS PLANET.
Gutter after gutter after gutter after gutter.
I was almost crying by the end of it. Everyone else thought it was HILARIOUS.
The weirdest thing happened on Sunday: I can bowl now.
I was doing strikes and everything.
What’s THAT all about?
DD reckons it’s because I’m getting my confidence back.
Well, I’d like to get my body back too, because it’s pretty woeful that I’m still walking funny three days later from throwing a bowling ball 20 times.
But I was pretty stoked by suddenly acquiring the ability to bowl.
The youngest was very impressed that I beat her. She’s such a sporty little thing. Bowls like a pro. But also such a good sport, never gets cranky about losing, takes it in her stride with a smile.
On the bless her front, she’s also insisted that we start eating dinner at the table together. We’d been very slack and were just slouching in front of the tellie every night with our plates. But she thinks it’s important that we sit down together as a family every night. So last night she helped me make Smoky Beef Pies with Cheesy Pastry Twists, then put placemats and cutlery out.
I got the recipe from the latest Taste magazine. I really try to resist buying it because they weren’t entirely kind to me when I applied for a job there, but that pie looked so irresistible.
The pie was delicious, but rather rich. I’m scared to think how many calories were in those cheesy twists.
We might try a chicken variation next time.
Do you eat dinner at the table every night?
Song of the day: John Mellencamp “Hurts so good”