I don't recall my feet hurting me...

...when I ran cross country in high school. What the hell is it about athletic activity nowadays that causes my feet to hurt? I don't mean blisters or anything of that sort -- I mean that the muscles in my feet ache. I just played a fairly carefree hour-long softball game, and my feet are sore. Ugh. The Sluggers are now 0-for-the-season (0-7 I think) and in the four games I've played in, I'm still hitting .500 after going 1-2 tonight. The upside: I knocked in a run, my first RBI of the year. The downside: it was our team's only run. The deep downside: We lost 20-1. In the bottom of the third we came to the plate down 20-0. Two outs later, we had runners on 1st and 3rd with the game on the line. Make another out without scoring, and we lose by the 20-run rule (yes, there is such a thing). It was my turn at the plate, and I lofted a line drive hit to center to score the run and keep the game alive for another inning. Oddly enough, we almost recorded a 1-2-3 inning the next frame, easily our best effort of the night on the defensive end. I guess we needed the pressure of having our backs to the wall, er, nevermind. It's a sad day for the Sluggers when I can say that on two occasions I've scored our lone run, and on another I collected our lone RBI.


In other athletic news, Game 2 of this summer's mini-golf season went to ... me! I can't really brag, since I edged M out by a single stroke. Still, I'll take my wins any way I can get them. We went bowling the same night -- the first time in several months for either of us -- and we each took a game. Game 1: me-156 (with 4 strikes); M-111. Game 2: me-131 (with 4 strikes again); M-142. M is good at picking up spares, which is more than I can say for myself. If they don't all fall the first time, it's not likely I'm going to pick up the spare.