To be perfectly honest, I haven't been practicing my golf swing lately. Although it's been more than a year since I last played golf, what's really hurting me is my lack of imaginative practice. I lack drive. The Masters was on television yesterday. That would have been a perfect time to get up off the couch and take a couple of swings with a rolled up newspaper. Did I do that? No. Not even once.
In fact, instead of writing this message, I could be practicing my golf swing. I wouldn't even need to be that aggressive. I could just pretend to hit a little 9-iron. Short backswing, easy stab in tempo, and fwapp! The imaginary ball would fly about 120 yards and land in the new construction site on the other side of the road. I can imagine the ball ricocheting off the scaffolding. That would be easy. It's not nearly as difficult as hitting a driver, which is unwieldy even in one's imagination.
If I were a more active person, I'd do something about my indolence.
I've really been missing your golfing posts. Thanks for the fix.ReplyDelete