On Friday, I went to the gym to workout my triceps and chest. After the forty-five minute workout. I was still waiting around for Lucy to finish up her workout so I attempted to play ball. Big mistake. I couldn't make a shot since the workout killed my arms. Literally. All I had were runners. Wahoo.
Saturday my Dad and I played wiffle ball, as usual. Of course my arms were still a mess. But that didn't stop me from pitching nine innings. And I chalked up the L as I struggled 5 - 4.
Sunday, my Dad got me into a doubles tournament with him. After the four game qualifying round we were leading the tournament by 150 pins! After the second, one game, qualifying round we were still in the lead. During that fifth game I started to tire...greatly. My triceps were absolutely killing me. We go into the second game and win by thirty. The seventh and last game was a killer. I missed a five pin, ten pin and a split in the tenth. My arms were burning! We ended up losing that game by twenty pins. Damn. The final results are here. I did pick up second place in the optional scratch division. And I won all of my brackets. That's the first time I've ever done that. I just may bowl in the next tournament on August 8th.
But wait! That's not all. I get into the office yesterday and started to feel a pain in my neck. It felt like something wasn't in place. So I call my chiropractor, Dr. Gentile. He fits me in that afternoon and with three cracks of my neck I'm good as new. Whew! Busy weekend. After all of that I still can't wait to get to the gym tonight. Boy, am I stoopid.