A game in which clubs with wooden or metal heads are used to hit a small, white ball into a number of holes, usually 9 or 18, in succession, situated at various distances over a course having natural or artificial obstacles, the object being to get the ball into each hole in as few strokes as possible.
Succintly put, this is an activity in which a stick hits a ball on a huge field and one should look good while doing this. Think Tiger Woods and Michelle Wie.
With this understanding in mind, I ventured out for my very first golfing lesson last Sunday. Must admit, my reasons for taking up golf did not include an interest in this sport. Firstly, had no desire to be a golf widow. Secondly, when my best friend asked if I was keen on learning, I thought it would be a great opportunity to spend time with her. Which was how I ended up at the driving range on a wet Sunday afternoon attempting to make sense of the various clubs (ranging from woods to irons depending on the distance) while learning how to swing.
Thankfully, there were no casualties and besides me aching in places where I never knew muscles existed, I survived! *beams* While I didn't fall in love with golf immediately, do agree it can be quite satisfying when one finally gets the coordination together to hear the clear clack as the club sends the ball flying perfectly straight onto the green all of 5m. *oblivious triumphant look*
Stay tuned for more adventures...
