i started golfing when i was in the 7th grade.
i was on the first women’s golf team our school system ever had.
i watched my brother & dad play growing up & always thought it looked like fun, so when there was an opportunity to be a part of the newly formed team, i asked my loving parents if i could play.
within days, we went to Sam’s club, purchased some clubs & started this love [sometimes hate]** affair.
after two successful seasons in middle school, i went on to receive a varsity letter in high school for my Tiger Woods-ways (minus the strippers, of course).
it’s one of those hobbies that feels a lot like riding a bike. you forget how much you enjoy picking up a club & whacking a ball until you get out there & do it.
last Friday, BR & i headed out for our first 9 of the year—
a re-visit to an old hobby i suppose (it had been almost a year since i last played).
i tied up my favorite Nike golf kicks, rolled up my sleeves & went to town.
i’m not really sure what i enjoy most about the game- getting a 1 or 2 putt on a par 4 or if it’s the amount of time i get to spend with my partner of choice at that particular course (this is starting to sound more like Tigers Woods).
regardless, if there’s ever one decision i’ve made in life that i’ll never regret,
it’s being that 11 year old little girl, asking her parents for golf clubs & actually sticking with a hobby year after year…
plus, those high-class clubs are still kicking.
(*gratuitous picture of your golf shoes)
(**on days when a tee-off goes right or i 4 putt on a par 5 or the people playing behind us are pushy, there’s admittedly a little hate)