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I. Am. Nervous. I have been
invited to a girls’ golf trip in
October, and I accepted the
invitation. I’m thinking that
after the trip, my arms are going
to feel like they fell off.
Now, I’ve been on my
Bowflex. I work out. I have
watched golf. But hit a golf ball?
I have not. If there is one thing
I know from Health Spin and
PT Spin, it’s important to keep
those muscles engaged. Again, I
have not.
I sew, for crying out loud!
I’ve been crocheting since I was
5. That, I got. The truth is that
I will play more holes of golf
on this trip than I have played,
combined, in my entire life.
The trip is being organized
for women to experience the
Gulf Coast and what it has to
offer for women golfers. Jake
claims I’m a golfer. I know golf.
It’s true. I watch, I study and I
understand. I just don’t play.
I. Am. Nervous.
So, here’s my plan. I’m
going to continue working
every day at Southeastern and
putting Backspin together in
time to make it before the first
week of the month is over. I’m
going to continue studying and
understanding this game that
has so many of us hooked. I’m
going to stretch like Ponchatoula
Therapy and North Oaks say I
should.
And I will pray there is no
drone overhead that will be
taking humiliating footage to
broadcast on Youtube.
I expect there will be swings
and misses. I expect that all
four dozen balls I’m planning
to bring will find their way into
the woods, the water and the
backyards of very unfortunate
homeowners. I will be thankful
if they don’t find their way
through windows of said
homeowners. I apologize in
advance.
I do know I won’t be keeping
score. Jake always says that
those who play golf for fun
should do just that. I guarantee
I will be. I’m going to ignore
the scorecard. Sorry, folks, I
probably won’t report on that.
So now I finish with ... I. Am.
Nervous. But I’m gonna do it
anyway. And I’ll bet that if I live
to tell the story, it won’t be due
to the golf gods, it’ll be because
I didn’t die of embarrassment.
Stay tuned for November.
Amber
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