Growing up, I was pretty active.  For years, my childhood best friend Belinda and I would go to our elementary school playground and spend hours playing on the monkey bars, biking on the tar-covered blacktop, and daring each other to jump even higher from the swings. As our early elementary school days wore on, I learned to play basketball with the neighborhood boys, tennis at the rec center, and even learned some ballet. Throughout parts of high school and college, I played basketball, ran cross-country, and even joined the community crew team. I participated in several races in LA and OC with my friends to support different causes. In all these things, I never considered myself particularly terrible. In fact, I was a pretty decent athlete.

However, that changed once I stepped foot into a bowling alley. Several months ago, a group of church friends decided to go bowling and since I hadn't gone for over eight years, I decided it would be fun to see how I'd fare. I even chose to play with the team of guys since the girls' team was full. Yet that trip became a nightmare as each attempt resulted in the flashing of zero's to my scoresheet. Somehow, I could not manage to roll the silly ball down the aisle (which I must admit is pretty wide).  Each time, my ball would roll down into the gutter and I would have to endure the embarrassing walk of shame back to my seat. Yet if that weren't bad enough, I played in a team of men whose scores at the end of each game were triple or even quadruple mine and who all had their own method of correcting me in my posture, my gait, and even the way the ball released from my hand. Much to my own chagrin, I walked out of the bowling alley that night replaying in my mind the images of what had gone wrong.

So I thought it could have been fluke.

This week I decided to give bowling another try and bravely graced the bowling alley once again, boyfriend in tow. Having spent over 8 hours studying, I figured I needed the break and felt as though it would be a chance to redeem myself.

A few tries into the game, I realized that the last time was no fluke. In fact, I played worse this past week than even the previous time. As I looked over to the lanes surrounding mine, grandmas and even little kids had scores that more than doubled mine! Sparing you any more details, I could say that my attempt at redemption was a total failure!

All in all, I am the world's worst bowler.

An much needed update!