Alright, so I decided I really needed to hit the driving range today. It’s been a minute, and honestly, my swing felt like it was collecting dust in the attic. Just had that itch, you know?
Getting Myself Sorted
Rolled up to the usual spot. Wasn’t too packed, which was a relief. Sometimes it’s a zoo there. Grabbed a small bucket of balls. Didn’t want to overdo it, you know? My back’s been a bit iffy lately, and I wasn’t trying to be a hero. Found a bay, nothing fancy, just your standard mat and a vague sense of where the flags were supposed to be. Some of those mats are getting pretty worn down, I tell ya.
First things first, I pulled out the pitching wedge. Just wanted to get loose, feel the club in my hands again. No big swings, just little chips to start. Gotta warm up the old machine, otherwise, things go south real quick.
The Actual Swinging Part
So, the first few swings… well, let’s just say they weren’t exactly PGA Tour material. A couple of thins, one that went further right than I thought was physically possible. Classic me. I told myself, “Okay, just relax, slow it down.” It’s always the same story, isn’t it? You think you remember how to swing, and then reality hits you.
I tried to focus on a couple of things today, mainly:
- Keeping my head still through the shot. Man, that’s a hard one.
- Trying for a smoother tempo. Not rushing it from the top like I always do.
Moved on to the 7-iron after a bit. That’s usually my go-to for feeling things out. Hit a few that felt pretty decent. Got that nice compressed feeling, you know? Ball actually went where I was kinda aiming. For a change! Felt good to actually make solid contact and see it fly reasonably straight.
Then, of course, the driver. The big dog. The bringer of joy and despair. Sliced a few into the next county, no surprise there. Hooked one that almost hit the ball dispenser on the left. But then, I managed to uncork one. Just one, mind you. But it was straight, long (for me, anyway), and felt amazing. That’s the one that keeps you coming back, isn’t it? That one pure shot that makes all the bad ones almost worth it.
The rest of the bucket was a mixed bag. Some good, some truly awful. One shot I topped so bad, it just dribbled a few feet. Embarrassing, even when no one’s really watching. You just stand there feeling like a total beginner all over again.
Wrapping It Up and Thoughts
Finished the bucket. Felt… okay. Not amazing, not terrible. Better than sitting on the couch, I guess. My hands were a bit sore, and yeah, the back was starting to complain. That’s the price you pay for this stupid game, right?
Still got a long way to go. It’s frustrating as hell sometimes. You think you’ve got it, then it just vanishes like smoke. But that one good driver shot… yeah, that’ll keep me coming back for more punishment. Maybe next time I’ll actually remember what I did right on that one swing. A guy can dream, can’t he?
