Attempt Eleven

LAST MEAL: Homemade chunky oxtail soup.

SUPPLEMENTARY TRAINING: Running 13.1 miles around Falmouth the day before, parking courtesy of Ocean Bowl.

METHOD OF FOCUS: Saying something more appropriate after non-strike producing attempts.

LUCKY LANE NUMBER: 6

BEST SCORE TO DATE: 164

CUMULATIVE NUMBER OF STRIKES: 18

I've noticed in recent weeks that I swear a lot during bowling and it's an involuntary response to not getting a strike. With this in mind I tried incorporating a simple sigh when pins were left standing and, although the people around me generally don't hear my awful language, I think the young family beside me would have been grateful.

On Sunday I took myself off for Run Falmouth, a half marathon on a gorgeous day across the best course I think I've ever run around for that distance. This meant that my back was aching slightly, though nothing on what I've suffered with silently over the last few weeks, and also my hips were a touch sore. That said I managed another four strikes this week by employing the same stance and position as last week.

My score wasn't quite as high but I can put up with that as it didn't drop dramatically. I suppose I'm technically a third of the way to my goal; I just need to add another eight strikes on to the end of my game. Maybe next week.