A very long time ago I was in the corporate world. I noticed that as the only female sales person in the office I was often left out of golf trips. I also noticed than many times these trips involved my clients and business talk. I would show up a few days later after all of the bonding and golf course time. When I brought it up to my boss, his answer was simple, “We leave you because you don’t know how to play”. That was enough motivation for me to go get some clubs and learn. Later that year they were forced to let me go on the company golf outing and I played in a tournament. I was shocked how much I actually enjoyed it. On a side note, the salesmen decided to start a “guys” poker night after that. They reassured me I could start a female one if I wanted to.
I often smacked balls at the range as a good stress reliever during my corporate years. I haven’t touched golf much since then. Last year I made it to the range once. Someone bought me a bag and clubs from a garage sale as a gift. Today, I wanted to be outside. The weather was perfectly cool, there was fresh air to breathe, and a little body movement never hurt anyone.
Fortunately, when I got to the driving range, there were 2 baskets of balls sitting next to where I was hitting. I asked and they had been left and I was told I could hit them. It’s been a long time since I tried to hit a ball seriously. Turns out, I wasn’t doing so hot. Then, one of the pros came over and offered some tips. He had me smacking the hell out of the balls in no time. It was good to challenge myself to do something I haven’t done in a really long time. It was like learning to do it all over again.