Rob and I joined a Sunday bowling league, which is a great source of amusement to our three children. They hadn't stopped laughing over our new Saturday ritual of enjoying our coffee and reading the newspaper in the spa before we pulled this new shenanigan.

"You're turning into grandparents!" they said.

Was it true? I had to mull it over, which itself is an act that mainly older people do. They mull.  I didn't have my answer yet, but I would soon.

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Volkslauf training, Days 9 through ... who knows.  The last time I went to official mud run training with my group on Truxtun extension, I thought I did very well.  Some issues, though, began to arise, lingering issues that had originated on Day 1. 

Day 1, ah yes.. fresh with possibilty.  I hadn't exercised with any regularity since January, but that didn't stop me from the superstar, cross country, decathlete-type pace I maintained on Day 1. As you'll recall from previous entries, I paid dearly for my over-achieving enthusiasm.  I injured my hip.

Besides injuring my hip, it became increasingly more difficult to make my 6:00 practices because Jaisyn is on Centennial's volleyball team.  Her games were on 2 of the 4 training nights.

So, I couldn't go to official training, but that didn't stop me! I began running my neighborhood and hitting my gym in the mornings, increasing my pace and my miles, intent on keeping up with my Truxtun counterparts.

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On our second night of bowling (we're in a 24-week league that, ahem, culminates in Las Vegas), my already terrible bowling form took a turn for the even worse when I strained a muscle in my back.  Who DOES that, you might be asking.  Evidently, it's people who have a cross-arm bowling throw style that lends itself well to left-side gutterballs.

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I am not making excuses, I am still hoping to run the Volkslauf.  I heal pretty quickly.  I've been throwing a lighter bowling ball and trying to stay upright more when I throw.  Maybe I could get a hip replacement and be in the mud in 10 days.  The fact that I mention hip replacement, and that Rob keeps insinuating that if I continue to run on asphalt I will need my knee replaced, I'm beginning to wonder if the kids aren't right.

One day you challenge your kid to foot race, and the next thing you know, you've joined a bowling league and are chatting about hip replacements.  What's next? Prescriptions and canasta?  Is this how it begins?  This...  getting old thing?

Look out!  Next thing is that I'll be getting tickets to old Motown groups and looking forward to seeing them at the Fox Theater.  ;)  If THAT ever happens, book me a room at Rosewood.