In the swing of things

W and I went golfing this morning. I haven't been in about 4 months so it was a little rough at the beginning. Anyone who's golfed with W knows that his temper can go either way. Sometimes he's like "eh, I can do better" and other times it can go like "@*!!#&". We only did nine holes so there wasn't much swearing by him. By me, on the other hand. . . did I mention I hadn't played in 4 months?

The thing I hate the most about golfing is the stress I feel at each tee. W can get mentally ready, he takes his time, sometimes there's someone still out on the green so he has to wait for them to be out of hitting range. By the time he hits his ball, it's my turn and with all that waiting there's now people behind us. The people behind us are watching me. There's no dilly dallying getting mentally ready. I have to hurry. You have to realize, I hit the ball about 3x more than the average player. The people waiting are now aware of that because I just hit my ball off the tee only to have it land 2 feet in front of me. Then I take out my 3 iron and, if the golfing gods are with me, it goes at least 100 yards. It did but into the woods.

Today's outing wasn't so bad. There were people behind us and W suggested us having them play through but I've seen that situation go poorly so I said no. They ended up being really slow so there was no stress for me.

Why do I play if I get so stressed? I love to play outside. Oh, and you burn major amount of calories, especially the way I play.