Practice, Practice, Practice
So the saying goes, “Practice makes perfect.” Well, I’m getting the impression that when it comes to golf the saying should be, “Practice, a little more practice, a lot more practice, and then a whole bunch more practice makes for not so bad.”
Summer is pracitcally here, or at least it’s trying, and at the first sign of a beautiful day this week I thought I would shake the winter dust off of my golf clubs and start warming up my swing. Now, golf seems like an easy enough concept- line up your feet, swing a large medal club at a ball that isn’t moving, and follow through. Simple right? It’s not like the ball is being thrown at you at high speeds, or that there’s another competitor trying to steal the golf ball away before you hit it, but for some reason it just isn’t as easy as it seems! I mean that golf ball is pretty small, and all the clubs have different numbers, not to mention being able to aim with that funny looking putter.
My life-long golfing adventure began about a year ago. My boyfriend is an avid golfer and he cordially introduced me to the sport. At first I just started out by driving the cart, or getting in a putt every now and then. For my birthday last summer, my parents gave me my own set of golf clubs. Keeping in mind that golf was half about the cute visors and matching gloves for me at the time, my parents got me a PINK set of golf clubs! What’s even cooler is that they have my name on them! I was in heaven, and from that moment on I was determined to take my golf game seriously.
Unfortunately, my first nine holes this summer at a course in Fargo did not show any remnants of that serious golfer I wanted to be. I was lucky if I even hit the ball at my first attempt, and then I was lucky to not hit somebody else on a completely different hole with my second. All in all the round provided some good laughs and a great memory. Not golfing all winter is like taking three steps forward and then two steps back. Oh well, the summer is young and there’s just a little rust that needs to be shaken off. Before you know it I’ll be counting all my hole-in-one’s with my fingers and toes!