Oh the fear sets in. The weather is nice. Thoughts of driving range and hoping, hoping that what I learned last year will come back.
I brought a club in the house to do some mental practice. I’ve noticed that The Boyfriend does practices swings all the time..watching TV, when we go for a walk, waiting for the coffee to brew. I get it—he’s reminding his body that this is the motion he wants to call on. Kind of like the way I make up imaginary outfits even when I have no event…I keep that part of me fresh and working at all times.
Now to add fantasy golf to my golf game.