Last night was Wes’s birthday and his parents graciously agreed to hang out with our kids so Wes and I could go cavort around on our own for a few hours. After grabbing dinner at our favorite Chinese dumpling house (where the wait is normally an hour plus at dinner time), we hit up a nearby bowling alley and then played a couple games of pool before seeing Guardians of the Galaxy.
First of all, Guardians of the Galaxy is wonderful. It’s not too derivative of the other Marvel movies (I get the feeling they writers/producers are trying hard to make sure each movie functions as a stand-alone, worthwhile film) and doesn’t skimp on anything: action, emotion, laughs, it has it all. If you like that sort of movie, definitely go check it out.
Anyway, about the sportsing. I am…not very athletic. Like, at all. My hand-eye coordination is great, but when it comes to things like muscle memory, tracking incoming projectiles, replicating a physical motion I’ve watched someone else do…so not my thing. Hasn’t ever been, as far as I can tell.
For the longest time, I thought I was just defective. It was a bit of a joke in my family, about how uncoordinated and un-athletic I am. I’m pretty darn smart and I have a terrific vocabulary, so I always figured you can’t have it all and resigned myself to being fine with being clumsy.
It turns out, I have a mild form of dyspraxia. It’s no big deal at all, it just means I have a hard time communicating with my extremities. My brain understands the concept behind riding a bike or catching a ball, it just takes a lot more work for me to get my body parts on board with those concepts. Six year old me is very relieved to know there’s a fancy scientific reason she isn’t able to ride a bike yet.
Even though I know I’m slightly dyspraxic, it doesn’t make it any less annoying to suck at sports. I like being good at things, dang it!
So that’s why you could’ve knocked me over with a feather last night when I bowled a frigging 116! For those of you who don’t know much about bowling, that’s actually pretty decent! I think I ended up with five strikes and a couple spares by the time all was said and done in that game. Not too bad!
I’m not going to lie, it felt good to be good at something different. It felt kind of nice to walk around with a little bluster, to hold my head high knowing Wes actually had to try to keep up with me unlike when we play pool and he basically has to shoot one-handed to keep from destroying my spirit entirely.
What has two thumbs and bowls a decent game?