“Golf can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies obscured by the occasional miracle.” ~ Author unknown
(image credit: therockgolf.com)
After an almost two-year hiatus, I have begun to reintroduce myself to the game of golf over the last couple of weeks. The hiatus was unintentional – my life was a roller coaster and reality seemed to keep getting in the way.
Before my absence on the course, every day off was spent chasing that little white ball around for four hours. The thing I truly enjoy about golf, apart from the breathtaking scenery and communion with nature is the fact that the only real competition on the course is myself. Sure, there may be some side bets with my golf partners, but the only thing I am really trying to beat is my last score.
Last week I put the clubs in the car and met up with some friends. We went to the course by boat and the day was stunning. The picture above couldn’t be a better indication of what we experienced since that is the course we played. (I birdied this hole yesterday!)
Although my game is not as proficient as it was two years ago, my muscle memory is making it easier to pick up where I left off. Each time I swing a club it feels more familiar and comfortable than the swing before.
Being back in the office today and looking at another gorgeous day through the window is tough, but at least I know I’ll have a few more games before the snow flies. Why didn’t I start this in the spring?