I thought I was becoming old when I had some parental thoughts – remember that time I was watching Dawson’s Creek and desperately wanted to know what grade they got on their English midterm?
It has gotten worse. I’m having thoughts now that could make people mistake me as a grandparent.
“Bowling is fun.”
Bowling, I thought, was reserved for children’s birthday parties and the retired.
Here’s how my revelation started.
I was playing indoor [soccer] on Friday and a girl on the other team went down screaming in agony right before halftime. She’s the type to step on your foot, let out a screech, and dive to the ground. I thought this was one of those times.
Well, as we were getting ready to get back on the field, she hadn’t moved and the other team informed us that they would be forfeiting the game. The ambulance was on the way.
It was a knee injury, but I’ve seen people with torn ACLs handle their pain better. When the ambulance came she shrieked when they tried to lift her onto the gurney and pretty much every time they thought about touching her.
A performance that was worthy of my high school soccer coach’s motto: “Suck it up.”
Anyhow, I had played in goal the first half and hadn’t gotten any physical exercise. I had planned on working on my project after the game, but with so little energy expended there was no way that I was going to be able to concentrate on my work.
So the fiancé and I went bowling and drinking with some friends instead. (It makes sense.) The friends are in a bowling league and by the end of the night, I was ready to join them. My performance wasn’t spectacular, but I think that it can be improved.
I think I’ll go buy a cardigan and some sensible shoes…wait, never mind…I already have own both.