Tuesday, July 05, 2011
I am having a love affair with the game of golf. It intrigues me, it makes me frustrated, but I can't stop thinking about it. I actually think about golf before I go to bed at night. While I'm at work I think about ways to improve my practice.
I haven't played that much. I took lessons eons ago, and worked pretty hard on it at the time. I didn't fall in love with it then. Starting a few months ago, I started going to the driving range, just on a whim at first. Then, something about hitting that ball and wanting to get better at it got to me.
My boss's boss's boss was kind enough to include me in an after work outing where we played a round of golf together. This was a few weeks ago, before I fell in love. I remember feeling frustrated after that game, and wishing that I could play a lot better. It was nice to hang out with the guys though. (I was the only woman there)
My boyfriend had taken me to the driving range a few weeks earlier, and we worked on my swing. He is really good at golf, and I felt like he was really frustrated with me. Well, I was even more frustrated with myself because of how often I was hitting my ball with the shaft instead of the head of the club. So he gave me a few pointers. More recently we had a really good learning session at the range, and I think he discovered a few of the things that were wrong with my swing. So I've been working on them, a lot. I've been at the driving range 4 days in a row now. Today I was there for an hour. It's hard work, so I'm giving myself fitness minutes for it. I can feel it working on my arms, back and core.
Am I getting better? That's the question. And I think it is too soon to tell. I am still in love with golf.
Last night when I came home from my walk I found a golf ball outside my apartment. I think that's a sign from the heavens that I need to keep playing.