I started playing golf again last Friday... and Saturday... and Sunday.
I recently went to the driving range after a six month hiatus from the sport. It was a fun time! I got to swing my dusty clubs again, Kimmy got to try her new ones for the very first time and we just enjoyed the time spent together. It reminded me of how much I like to play golf with great company.
The weather this past weekend was more beautiful than it had been in a long, long while and I wanted to take advantage of it by doing something outdoors. So of course I thought about getting in some rounds of golf. I knew I was rusty from my time at the driving range, so I decided to start out playing on a nine-hole course where people won't yell at me too much if I take too long or come close to hitting them with the ball. Besides, they're easier to walk on than a true 18-hole course.
So Friday at lunch time, I called the Pleasanton Fairways Golf Course to check for availability and they assured me that I could tee off without an excessive wait. It's a really neat course that is built entirely inside a horse racing track. Getting there is a little tricky unless you've already been there - it's not clear to me how one could follow mapquest or yahoo directions and actually arrive to your destination on the first try. You have to go through one of the guarded gates into the Alameda County Fairgrounds, then go through a blind one-lane curving tunnel that is BOTH the entrance and exit! You need to honk as you start into the tunnel to warn any car about to enter from the other side. It's always nerve wracking not knowing whether you'll find yourself facing another car head-on midway through the tunnel and having to figure out who should be the one backing up to let the other through. All in all though, that course is rather pretty and kept in good shape. Give it a try if you ever have a chance.
Enough about the course, back to my golf story. I am glad I decided to start playing again on a less challenging course, because let me tell you: I was TERRIBLE! I must have walked twice as much as the people I teed off with. There was a lot of going from one side of the fairway to the other without much forward progress. But hey... I am on my exercise kick anyway, so all this walking was at least good for something. I lost two balls that day, one in the one and only water hazard on the course, and the other in the dirt of the surrounding track. I can say that the weather was the only positive thing on that day. =)
I'm a glutton for punishment. I decided to play again on Saturday and Sunday. I was preparing myself for another mediocre display of skills, but on the whole, I wasn't too displeased. I had my share of errant shots, but I actually also had a few good ones. Golf is a very frustrating sport. At times you can hate it so much you will swear never to pick up another club for the rest of your life. I've thought that many times during the course of the past few years. But all it takes is one good shot - straight, beautifully arched, effortless - and you will be back out there hacking at that dimpled ball and chasing that elusive perfect-shot feeling you've tasted.
The only thing that beats playing a round of golf in beautiful weather is playing it with people you enjoy being with. I can't wait for Kimmy to be sharing that time with me!