Practice

After my last golf lesson, Bruce advised that I come up to the range and practice my swing. Today was the day to practice. I made the attempt yesterday but got there to late. So here I go today, trying to think positive because I have no one to guide me or coach me thru this.

After changing into my golf attire, I'm instructed on how to use the golf cart. I must have had some look of fear on my face, because the golf cart driver, Darius (I think that's his name) tells me not to worry he'll drive me over to the range. What a relief, I'm thinking, and I thank him.

We don't go very far, he pulls up to the golf garage and hops out and gets me a bucket of balls and put them in the back of my cart and says follow me. At first I'm scared because I don't know what to expect when I put my foot on the gas but once I got a feel of it, it was okay.
We arrive at the range, he gets the basket of balls out of the back of the cart and spreads them on the ground and tell me have fun! I look at them and think these are a lot of balls to hit, I'm going to be out here longer than 30 minutes.

I swing at the first few balls and feel like I haven't never played before....no concentration, is what I'm thinking, not focusing. I think about it for a few minutes and the thought of wasting all this money on these lessons....I need to get it together. After a few more balls it seems I'm hitting more than at first. Every few minutes Darius would come by and ask how am I doing. He even offered to help me with my swing. But I decline and tell him that I must do this myself.
After a while I realized that 40 minutes have passed. So I think to myself, okay we will do this for an hour or until the balls run out, whichever comes first. Well that didn't happen because after another 5 minutes or so, I realize that I have blistered my thumb really bad. Scrapped the skin and he hurts like hell. I walk over and get some water in a cup and stick my finger in it. It's burning...and you know my initial thought...it's time to go!! I walk back over, look at how many more balls I have to swing at and think, forget it, I'll try it again tomorrow.

On my way down the course I see Bruce. He asks how did it go and I show him my thumb and said not so well. He tells me that I was twisting my club and holding it to tight, which I can believe, this is why I now have this bad blister. Hopefully I'll do better tomorrow.

I get to where my daughter is and realize not only do I have a bad blister, I also broke a nail!!!!!!!
Damn!!! My next lesson is on Thursday, I need to get my nails done by then and doctor on my thumb so I can feel comfortable with hold the club. I'll let you know what happens on Thursday.

Peace and Hair Grease...