Stiffnecked

I've gained a new appreciation for the term "stiffnecked" this week. I took Ethan and Noah bowling with my friend Amy and her son Adam last Friday. It was the first time I'd bowled since college, and I wasn't very good. The next day my neck was sore on one side, and the day after that I could barely turn my head. I've been popping ibuprofen, using ice and heat, and I had a somewhat painful massage yesterday. Still sore. Maybe I should try humbling myself a little . . .