Thursday, May 26, 2011
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Golf? Yes, actually.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine put out a call for ladies to join a local golf league and with absolutely no golf experience whatsoever (unless you consider hitting golf balls from the backyard into the woods as "experience") I decided to join. Ok, I guess I've had some experience. I mean, I can hit a golf ball even if it's with terrible form and some cursing and swearing. But I had never actually PLAYED golf, like, on a golf course. The first day of the golf league was officially my first time ever setting foot on a golf course!
So began my current (and weird) love affair with the sport. It's like we love to hate each other. I'm not an uncoordinated person. I can throw a ball and look relatively normal while running. But trying to hit a golf ball with the correct form is unbelievably unnatural and extremely frustrating. And yet, I find myself enjoying the process of commanding and willing my body with all my might to hit the dang ball correctly. Luckily, Andrew has a childhood of sports related experiences and lessons that he is willing to share. He's been very patient with me and has helped me figure out what I'm doing wrong.
There were many times when I threw up my hands and said, screw it, this isn't for me! But the other day Andrew and I were just hitting balls around the yard and something just clicked. I could see and feel what I was doing wrong and was able to fix it. I'm by no means "good" but I feel like I'm improving which, if anything, feels good!
Wish me luck!