With everything that’s been going on with Andrea since October, golf had taken a back seat. I haven’t played since early October (pre-diagnosis) and frankly haven’t even had much time to think/daydream about being out on the course. Too many other things to worry about.
This weekend was an off chemo week, the weather was really nice and I had gotten a lot done during the work week. So I rolled the dice and headed out to HMB, hoping to get in a quiet 18. I really needed some peace – to play alone, and to walk. Without any real play or practice since October, I had no expectations. Just needed some therapy that only golf could provide.
It ended up being perfect. Great weather (but really windy). There was no one out there. I played alone and walked. It was so quiet and so nice to think about nothing but golf for 3 hours. I didn’t realize how much I missed it – even hitting a pretty bad shot felt great.
Weirdly, I ended up shooting the best score of my golf life. I had no idea where I stood until I tallied up my score on my walk back to the clubhouse. That’s probably why I played so well.