I picked up a golf club for the first time last summer and fell in love with the sport. I’m not sure how or why, considering it took me weeks just to get the ball up in the air and months to figure out how to get the ball up in the air AND moving forward a reasonable distance… all of which came before I even knew what “chipping” meant. But somehow I did and I suppose that’s all that really matters.
I’ve spent a fair amount of time on driving ranges and practice greens this summer – and I’ve even ventured out onto a golf course a few times (and likely will again, so beware, local golfers). On my most recent outing, I par-ed two holes and came pretty close to sinking a hole-in-one. I know you’re probably thinking, “Eighteen holes and that’s her highlight reel?” Well, yeah.
But I didn’t top a single ball and most of the time I landed my neon yellow Bridgestone pretty close to where I wanted, give or take a few yards. Though more often than not those few yards found my ball beneath the only tree in near proximity or buried somewhere in the rough. And that’s okay, because golf is a game of small victories and that’s part of what I like most about it. Mistakes happen, things don’t always turn out the way you planned and, because you can play the same course day-after-day, year-after-year and never hit the same shot twice, all you can really do is try to make the most of every swing.
So, yeah, I’m happy to say I made two pars in 18 holes, even if most of the people I’ve golfed with would consider that a nightmare. At the end of the day, I just like the game, the ever-forward approach it demands and the continuous chances for progress it affords.