throwing down the cash money

I did it. I got a real golf coach.  Not some guy who says, let me record you with my iPhone so we can work on "that" but we never do.  Not some guy who just hacks away at the range all day.  Not some guy who is twice my age and wants to date me and not some guy half my age working on his tan.  This is the real deal. A PGA Pro who is A Certified with distinctions.  And I'm paying for it.  A lot for it.  I'm also getting a lot out of it.  I want to cry a little bit sometimes and when I go to the range mostly I just feel like it's all never going to come together.  Then it does.  Maybe one stroke where I feel something different turns into ten strokes where it feels right.  This is my journal and my notes.  My pictures of my trials and tribulations and glory.  2014 is the year of golf for me.  Here are my goals.

- Take ten lessons at least with John.  Master set up and the swing.  Then.....
- Practice twice a week on the range.  Twice a week putting.  Twice a week chipping.
- Play one game every week.
- Get my 29 handicap to under 20.
- Beat Kev... for real, not match play.  Handicaps and tee boxes accounted for.

Here is Kev.  He's my good looking golf partner.  He bangs on about how it is on Scotland and how you go to jail for 10 years for all kinds of golfing offences.  He is a little offensive to be honest :)  I'll keep him around for his good looks and charm.  Certainly not his golf cart (buggy) driving skills.  I also give him all the credit for giving me the little bit of a push I needed to really embrace the game.  I'm obsessed because of Kev and I thank him for it.  Sometimes I say, "Look what you've created!"  He just laughs.

 Me and Kev after playing 18 at Vineyard Escondido in a fundraiser for the San Diego Curling Club.

So there you have it.  Some goals, a real coach, and some motivation to play well.  Let's do this thing!

xx

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