Last weekend was a little busy.
Nope, it was a lot busy.
So was last week to be honest.
Despite a busy schedule, I'm managing to squeeze in some driving range practice and golf lessons on a fairly regular basis. It has been 12 days since I started learning how to play golf.
I have had two lessons and three trips to the driving range. Plus one golf game.
I have hit 450 balls at the driving range since I started.
Some balls I miss three times in a row before I make contact.
Some I hit and they roll off the tee and stop about five feet away.
Some I hit really hard and they roll really far but never take flight.
Every so often, I hit a beauty. It sounds perfect when the club hits the ball. It soars in a perfect arc and it lands really really far away.
It's those ones that keep me going because I know I can do it.
On Sunday, I headed to the driving range on my own. I set up 6 tees in a row and put six balls on them. I hit one after another. Set balls and repeat. I missed some, I hit some, I carried on.
I tried, at one point, to add a bit of extra power to my stroke. I wound up, took aim and swung the club. I knocked two balls of two tees...two tees that were about 6 inches apart. I have no idea how I did that.
I also almost managed to kill a bird that was flying by. I missed by a few millimetres and it lived to see anther day.
Surprisingly, I never felt anything other than peaceful. When things got rough, I felt resigned. Never frustrated. Never annoyed. I think, if nothing else, I'm pretty pleased with my ability to take this game in stride.
A stranger came up and tried to give me pointers. I would have been appreciative except that his tips didn't really make much sense. So I politely thanked him and told him that my coach wanted me to work on specific things. Which was true.
Golf is a game of millimetres and improvement comes in baby steps.