I had the afternoon free yesterday and my co-worker in the adjacent territory suggested a round of golf. At first I was apprehensive, what if there was a work emergency needing my attention…….. but then I remember my Semler terminal days. It would be good to get out and swing the clubs for the first time of the year enjoying the mid-60s sunshine. The club out by the airport runs a weekday special – $23 for 18 holes with a cart. Yea $23! How can you beat that? The course conditions are alright, but for $23 who can complain.
My front 9 I shot pretty well. I really need to work on my short game, that’s where I lost it, but in reality I play a few times year and that’s it. You can’t expect to get that much better without lessons and barely playing. I’m not a hardcore golf fan, but enjoy playing now and then as it can be therapeutic if I don’t get frustrated playing.
The back 9 was awful. No consistency in my drive, a terrible short game, terrible putts. It was hardly worth playing, but we had a good time.
And guess what? No work emergencies. A few emails that came across that I addressed that evening at home. Terminal days are key to life fulfillment.