A Dumb Decision?

My son was all fired up about having a day off.

“We’re golfing at Diamond Hawk at 3:45. We have a spot open.”

“I’d love to play,” I said. “I can probably be ready by then.”

“You’re in!” Sam yelled. “But there aren’t any carts, you know.”

Yet I went around the sites as the skies threatened rain. I thought about walking 18 holes, and knew the course would be wet.

Decided to back out.

I was working on reports when Sam texted:

“You’re backing out? There’s no rain. They have push carts.”

How could I disappoint him?

“No, I’ll be ready,” I said.

I only played Diamond Hawk once, and it kicked my ass.

The big problem was the walking. I haven’t walked a course since I was 18 years old!

Around hole 7 I thought:

“This isn’t so bad.”

By hole 13, I changed that opinion.

My back was barking.

But we had some laughs, and the course to ourselves. I was sweating. Had hit some good shots. Definitely parred a few holes, but I abandoned keeping score as the conditions weren’t great…

…and by 15, I wanted to have my back amputated.

Walking up 18, Sam’s friend mentioned that:

“You held up. That’s impressive for a guy over 60.”

It didn’t feel like all that much of an accomplishment until I tried to stand up after the ride home.

“Oh my God! I’m an idiot!”

“Best part of golf is that I didn’t think of anything else while I was out there,” Sam said.

Which was certainly true of a great day, and a long walk.

I won’t be thinking about golf tomorrow though…

…I’m going to be thinking about my aching back!