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.