I have finally graduated to a real golf course. Yesterday, Bob decided that I was ready to tackle St. Ann’s 9 hole course. I was a bit nervous, considering the courses that I had been playing were ones where you could hit the ball onto the green from the tee box. Walking onto the first hole was a bit daunting because you could barely see the hole, only a vast sea of green. It was a perfect time for me to play, there were maybe one or two people ahead of us, no one behind us, and it wasn’t hotter than hell. I didn’t feel miserable out there or put any pressure on myself to hurry up. There is A LOT OF WALKING in golf. I was fading by the 7th hole, I’m thinking I need to build up my stamina for this. Bob said no to a golf cart, stating that walking would build character, make me a stronger golfer. Hmm, I’m thinking he is just mean. I’m sure you all want to know how I did, so here’s the numbers breakdown:
Course: Par 34
Jen: 50 (+ a few extra due to the generous number of mulligans that were allotted to me)
Not bad. All I have to say is that at least I’m getting the distance, not yet the finesse.