I only went for a short run yesterday. I had a little touch of shin splints and bailed out at 1.3 miles. I went out for a mile or so earlier today though (day 14, blog coming later) and felt ok, so hopefully it was just a one off.
My mind is more on bowling at the moment. I’ve been out of action for a couple of months thanks to a rather nasty injury on the middle finger of my right hand. Following the initial and incorrect diagnosis of arthritis, I took myself off to see a specialist who diagnosed it as a tendon issue. It was fairly severe; the tendon almost felt like bone and the lump on the side of the knuckle was very visible. It was also causing my finger to twist to the right and following a brief moment of hope (a 275 game, two days after the arthritis diagnosis), it sent my bowling down the pan as I was unable to put any rotation on the ball without being in agony. Eventually, Jimmy and the rest of the team made me see that I was damaging myself more in the long term and so began two months without playing and some painful treatment.
Now I am back and yesterday was my return to the Friday night league. Jimmy stepped in as a regular sub and has played brilliantly, but last night he came along to carry my bowling balls and offer some support. How did it go? I was initially disappointed, shooting only a total of 566 for my 3 games, a set that I would generally consider below par. However, in this set, I only missed 4 spares – one of these being a single pin and the other three being splits, two of which were fairly harsh leaves. I left an awful lot of 9 counts throughout the night which on another night may well have gone over. With this in mind and considering the lack of play and the fact that I now need to get used to throwing a bowling ball properly again, I suppose it wasn’t so bad. Luckily for us, we got the win and a good thing too as our team captain has an irrational hatred of the bowler I went head to head against – lucky for me that I took 2 out of the 3 personal points!
I desperately want to be shooting the big scores again though! It will come…
On the thirteenth day of Janathon, my true love said to me
Run and then go bowling
Sleep! You are rambling
Look, a scary looking dog
Runner, blow your nose
Crazy running peep
Run off your roast spuds
Eat some roast potatoes
6 balls a-striking
Wrap up warm
Cool sensor gloves
It’s windy
Lamp the old man
And run and I’ll buy you pastry!


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