|Golf gal in the making.|
The last time Justin and I went to the golfing range, I BARELY made contact with the ball.
That was two years ago.
Today, Justin went golfing with his dad- and Lisa and I tagged along for the golf cart ride.
At first, I was just drinking my vodka tonic and yelling random comments like the guy from the US Open.
“YABA DABA DOOOO!”
But then, I started to pay attention to the game.
And soon enough, I wanted give this game of golf a try again!
Justin gave me some coaching with his driver, and I took a few practice swings.
Once I made contact with the ball, it felt amazing.
“Holy shit,” Rodger said. “That’s impressive.”
I hit the ball about 200 yards.
I was thrilled.
Justin and his dad let me play my ball all the way through the hole.
“Dang girl,” Rodger said after I hit the ball for the second time with the 7 iron (maybe, that sounds familiar) and it got really close to the hole! “Looks like you might need some clubs for your birthday or anniversary.”
I looked over and Justin was laughing.
“This is uneblievable!” Justin said. “Maybe I need to start taking you out after all!”
And when they turned around to drive away, Justin looked back with a giant smile and pointed at me.
I felt so proud.
I finished by using a wedge to plop my ball closer to the hole and then used the putter. Look – I’m even learning the terminology.
Tiger Woods might have won the 74th PGA Tour today, but I won so much more: Confidence and encourage to take on a sport I know nothing about.