I never really meant to play golf. I grew up understanding that Golfstands for “Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden”. And then completely by accident, or a wrong turn at Albuquerque, I found myself trying to survive the scariest place on earth: a golf course.
I am spending a lot of time as a beginner golfer but I have at least stopped killing the ducks (quite literally). I had a killer shot (again quite literally) that never reached the air but instead sped across the grass at gunshot speed, saving the grounds crew the trouble of having to clean up after one more duck. The time spent just to get the ball off the grass, the hours trying to teach my body a new skill, the precision with which the game is played, the need to understand the body’s physiology and the geometry of the shot, the moral dilemma as a vegan killing ducks… And it finally sunk in: There is an inherent physical and mental struggle with golf. Golf truly is for athletes…