This past Wednesday, I took a chance and hit some golf balls at the range. I learned that (a) I could hit them and (b) that it wasn't just my leg muscles that had weakened since the Great Kneecap Incident. I was surprised that I did as well as I did though it was not great ball striking.
This encouraged me. So much so that I decided I would attempt a round of golf today. I was not overly optimistic, I figured my short term goal would be to make it through 9 holes, or halfway around, and decide what next from there.
And that is what I did. For the most part, I exceeded my expectations as far as quality of play. But I may have been too optimistic about my ability to hobble about. I was in too much pain to do more than 9 holes. So, discretion being the better part of valor, I opted to head home when we made the turn.
Still, it was good to get out on a golf course again. Of all the things this injury has interfered with, I miss golf the most. Those of you who do not play will not understand that but those of you who do... well, you get it.
A Night Unremembered
7 years ago