Okay, so yesterday I finally gave in and went to play some golf at Parmar. I’ve been putting it off, you know, excuses about the weather or being too busy. But the truth is, I just didn’t want to embarrass myself out there again. Last time? Let’s just say my score was closer to my age than I’d like to admit.
I started by warming up. Tried to get a feel for my swing, you know? It felt kinda okay, maybe a bit rusty. I focused a lot on how I gripped the club and my stance. You know, those basic things they always tell you about but you never really practice.
First hole. I went to the course and I teed off, and bam, right into the trees. Classic me. I hacked my way out and ended up with a bogey. Not a great start, but I told myself, “It’s just the first hole, chill out.”
- Then I moved to putting. I tried to remember what I read, how I should aim just past the hole and be mindful of the break. It kinda worked! I mean, I didn’t sink every putt, but I definitely didn’t three-putt a single hole. Progress, right?
- I also tried to be smarter about avoiding hazards. Played it safe, aimed for the open spaces, even if it meant a longer shot to the green. I managed to keep it in play more often than not, and that helped a ton.
It is worth saying that I tried to focus on one hole at a time. No use crying over spilled milk, or in this case, a ball lost in the woods. I just took a deep breath after each shot, good or bad, and moved on.
So, after all those hours under the sun, did I break any records? Nope. Did I play the best round of my life? Also nope. But, you know what? I had fun. I actually enjoyed myself, even when I messed up. And my score? Well, it was better than last time. Not amazing, but better.
Conclusion?
I’m gonna keep at it. I’ll try to remember to practice my swing, to work on my putting, and to just relax and enjoy the game. Maybe next time, I’ll even break 100. Who knows? Golf is a weird game, but it’s growing on me.
