I am an awful golfer, but I’m enjoying myself.
Kim often complains that I don’t try new things because I hate being crap. There may be a sprinkling of truth in there (who likes to be bad at something?) but I think my current golfing skills indexed with the number of hours I spend each week bashing at a little white ball with a golf bat strongly suggest that she’s wrong. She sees my history of sporting performances and remembers the good times, but forgets the effort I put in to get there. Each time it was the fun that got me there.
Playing today we hit some good shots, and we hit lots of bad shots. I hit my 3 wood 200+ yards off the tee. I chipped the ball from beneath the green up and across the hole. I hit my 4 iron straight and where I aimed it. I’ll not mention my putting. Of course I also fluffed tee shots, got caught up in the rough, and completely forgot how to strike the ball properly too, and my scorecard was abysmal by the end. Those patches were frustrating. We had to remind ourselves that we’d only been playing since the end of August and that we’d only played on proper courses a handful of times, and we relaxed, and it all came back together again. Look to the future.
As long as it remains fun, I’ll keep playing. There’s no hurry.
