Finding my swing without losing my mind (hopefully)
Eureka!
So, I’ve been firmly planted on the struggle bus lately. Since my last update, I played miserably at the Wednesday Spark League, played even worse on the simulator with the hubs (seriously, that sim really shook me), and got thoroughly roasted by my Golf Fix app. I felt completely brain-dead, like I had no clue…
Altitude, Adjustments, and the Illusion of a Practice Plan
I’ve been a little MIA the last few weeks, but with good reason. In no particular order: we relocated from Florida back to New Mexico for the season, welcomed a grandbaby (cue the “awwws”), and spent an absurd amount of time re-learning how to breathe at altitude again. But I’m back now, and the clubs…
Week in Swings: Half Swings, Mental Swings, and a Decent Drive
Tuesday-ishStarted the week feeling like I hadn’t made much progress lately. Still no consistent contact. Still no consistent anything, really. But I tried not to spiral. Not completely anyway. Played 9 holes with a couple of girlfriends and shot a 57. Not great, but not the worst. Everything felt… weird though. Standing taller wasn’t the…
Boobs!
Yesterday, I decided my muscle sprain had had enough time to heal and scheduled a full day of golf with our friends Chris and Janice. Per usual, there’s a backstory. Chris and Janice are great golfers, definitely the best I play with. Janice is also the reason I’m still torturing myself with this game. At…
Well That Was A Lot Harder Than I Thought
Not long after my last post, My Brain Is The Real Hazard, I took my smooth swing project and my trusty 7 iron to the range. A little background on that 7… About a year ago, I took a lesson at the PGA Tour Superstore and brought my full set of clubs. I hit my irons…
My Brain is the Real Hazard
I’ve been thinking a lot about my ‘practice good, swing bad’ dilemma. You know the one. I can take the most beautiful practice swings—textbook even. If I were being filmed for a slow-motion Nike commercial, that’s the version of my swing I’d want featured. But the moment there’s a golf ball in front of me?…