When you get to be my age, the idea of exercise fades. Not that I look in bad shape, but…after having had a heart attack, my doctors suggested that I have a certain amount of physical activity. And as opposed to just going out and walking and running, or going to the gym and doing boring work-outs, I decided it was time for me to hit the course again – the golf course.
Yesterday, Lynndee and I went to one of our local courses, Asheville Municipal Golf Course. Muni, as it’s lovingly called by the locals, was designed by Hall of Fame golf architect Donald Ross and opened for play in 1927. The rates are decent and the layout is impeccable. If you prefer the longer and flatter fairways then then front 9 is where you want to be, and that was my choice for my first time back at it since it had been years since I picked up my clubs. And I did again so with a bit of hesitation.
There was a time I played regularly but, unfortunately, the more I played did not equal playing better. Still, just being out in the open air, surrounded by the natural beauty makes for a great time. And my day could always be made by hitting just a few good shots and sinking a few tough putts. Surprisingly, after such a long absence from the game, I hit more than a few good shots, though my putting was a bit suspect. But I was having to relearn reading the greens, and the greens were dry, making them extremely hard and fast.
But it was a wonderful day on the course. Though she didn’t play, Lynndee went with me and instead of taking a cart, we walked it. That was the idea of the endeavor, however, me getting the exercise. Lynndee was my scorekeeper but after the first hole, I told her to forget it! Yeah, it was that bad. I just played the front 9 for this first time back out, for the back 9 is the toughest part of the course…maybe next time.
But I did have that one awesome shot that truly made my day. On the 9th hole, I got out my driver for the first time of the day, for I’ve always had trouble hitting woods. And when I hit it, I knew it was good because of the sound, just like the sound of a baseball bat hitting a home run. When I found the ball, I was amazed when I checked the yard marker and the hole diagram on my scorecard to see that I’d driven it almost 300 yards! Needless to say, the best, and longest, shot of my golfing life. And as a result of that long drive, I was even able to birdie the hole, a perfect ending to the day.