Waking up at 6am isn't easy. In fact, its far from being even remotely funny, but the last 2 days I have been getting up at 6am. My alarm clock rings while I am driving. I find that quite sad. Well, I use the alarm on my phone, you see. Anyway the reason for this self-torturing procedure is in a name of one word that may send shivers down many a spine: Golf.
A few years ago if I remembered correctly, some friends of mine took it up. Largely, I avoided it all all cost. It wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world to do. And by getting up early in the morning, I still think that it isn't the most exciting thing in the world to do. I'd rather just duke it out on my N-Gage. But that's besides the point.
The point is, I have come to realize that I suck at ball games. I didn't just miraculously realize this, I had known it all along. But this time, I can honestly say that yeah, my sense of coordination, is just out of whack. Hitting a 100 balls at the driving range is easy, it builds up a good sweat and by the end of the basket you just wanna finish it and head home. The difficult part is hitting it 'right'.
There is a way to stand, there is a way to swing, you shouldn't do this, you shouldn't do that. Personally, I'd prefer the silent swoosh of the arrow being flung at high velocity. Golf is too peaceful, and too difficult. Its a contrasting contradiction. I thought it was some kind of relaxing sport, where you dress up like a dork and spend all afternoon trying to get the ball in the hole.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
