About six or so years ago, I bought some clubs and went golfing for a couple of summers without ever taking lessons. I was pathetic but had a good time. Then my golfing partner quit playing due to back problems, and I quit too, for lack of someone to go with.
So yesterday I was thinking how I needed to get out and do something other than writing, house cleaning, buying groceries, mowing the lawn and doing other yard work, and/or going to church. So I called the nearby driving range to check on lessons. They had a beginner’s class starting that night. Three Tuesdays for $45. Not bad. Then I called Daughter #2 who asked me a few weeks ago if she could borrow my clubs (her husband recently took up the game). Did she want to go with me? She did — and was able to arrange for child care for her children. Out to the shed I went, hauled out the clubs, wiped away the cobwebs, and cleaned everything up. I was ready.
It was 90 degrees when we were at the range, and I ended up suffering from heat exhaustion. My own fault. I let time get away from me while writing and went to the lesson with an empty stomach (the lesson was at 5:30). Plus I didn’t drink enough water before I left home. So after about 40 minutes of swinging at those little white balls, I started getting dizzy. I would sit down, drink water, feel a little better, stand up, get in one or two swings, then have to sit down again. I felt like a real wuss. Next week I will make sure that I (1) eat an hour before the lesson and (2) drink at least 16 ounces of water before I leave the house. And I will take along Gatorade or another power beverage, just in case.
The other mishap was with my right thumb. I’m right handed, and I wore a glove on my left hand, as is the custom. Well, I guess I was trying to power the club with my right thumb or something. I blistered it somehow on the grip. Blistered it bad! Took the skin off the entire pad of my thumb. Do golfers ever wear gloves on both hands? When I got home, I had to cut off all that loose, dead skin with some fingernail clippers (not easy using my left hand). Ick! Of course, after I discovered the popped blister, I asked the instructor what I was doing wrong to make that happen, but by then it was too late.
This morning, I ache in numerous places, but especially in my upper arms and upper back. Groan…
And my brain hurts too. Keep that left arm straight on the back swing.
In the grip, make sure I can see at least two knuckles of my left hand. Flex those knees. Keep the back straight.
Lead with the hips and get all that weight onto the left leg. I miss
the ball because I straighten up.
I felt like a major klutz, missing the ball on one swing, hacking out the earth with the next. But a lady in the next class was at least 15 years older than me. I can do this!
Oh, one more thing. Wilson has out a whole line of pink products (including clubs and bag) that aid breast cancer research. So I bought myself a new pink glove and a new pink and white towel last night.