Rachel bowls.

I went bowling Friday night with my friend Brian.
We were hanging out, he mentioned bowling and I laughed.
He mentioned it again, I looked at him and somehow we ended up at a bowling alley.

I think the last time I went bowling and actually bowled was maybe in 1992.





After doing terribly in the first game, 35, I got pissed and actually started trying.
I had a fucking blast.

The next day at work I told everyone about my bowling adventure.
Evidently bowling is a big deal in the Hispanic community, and so I got a few pointers and everyone made fun of me for being sore after playing only 3 games the night before.
Bowling is "boliche" in Spanish.

After watching Brian bowl a 199 on Friday I was determined that the next time he and I went bowling I would bowl at least 100 and to do so would require mucho practice on my part so me and a couple coworkers decided to go bowling again that following night for Halloween!

I made 2 strikes in my first game of the night!



It's a cell phone picture so it's hard to tell but I swear those 2 red x's on the second line are mine.
Nevermind the dashes, haha.






75 sure as shit beats 35 but it still wasn't good enough so we kept playing.
After a few more games my leg muscles were getting really sore but I had 2 strikes, 2 pints and 2 friends egging me on... so on I went.



Then Tina suggested I try and point my toe.








I like to call my resulting maneuver the "boliche splits" and I do not recommend anyone ever try to replicate it. Ever.

Sunday morning found me barely able to walk.
Somehow I made it to work where I was further ridiculed for walking, as my coworker put it, "como quieres el palo"
which is a roundabout way of saying I looked like I took it in the ass.

I suppose the simple act of two nights in a row of very enthusiastic bowling was a bit of a strain on my large and underused thigh muscles and then eating shit with a pointed toe severely strained my left glutes, yet another set underused muscles I happen to own, and left me walking like I had a stick in my bum.
You try walking without flexing your torn leg muscles.
It's hella tough.

So, today I'm able to stand up and sit down without screaming.
I watched the World Series of Bowling on tv and learned all about oil patterns.
In class I used one of our dogs, Hurley, to locate my injured muscles (biceps femoris, superficial gluteal, and rectus femoris muscles) and found at least 3 other people that totally want to go bowling with me once I'm fully physically capable again.

It might be the beginning of a new era for Rachel.
The Bowling Era.
I'll just start stretching first.
And no more toe pointing.