I stepped on the weight machine and the increase in pounds was out of proportion. I decided to resume golf ASAP. The Golf management Committee at my regular golf club had closed the club taking a precaution in lieu of out of control virus proliferation.
My weight and coronavirus both are multiplying phenomenally.
Before nightfall I had arranged to play at PAF Sky-view Golf & country club 5:30 the next morning. I chose a Walter Hagen light gray golf shirt, tailor made blue black & gray print shorts, black sleeves, gray wide brim sun hat, black Under Armor belt, gray ankle socks and a pair of black adidas golf shoes. I put my golf watch and my phone on a wireless charger and jump into bed to get adequate sleep so I would be able to display my mastery at golf shots early in the morning. It was already one thirty am. It made them a little uncomfortable that I don’t have six hour left to sleep. They say good sleep is a prerequisite of better performance at the golf course next morning. I tried to sleep comfortably because all set for a great morning with golf. The mixed feelings of anxiety and excitement took its toll and it took me another hour to get to snoring.
As a result I got up by 5:15 am drowsy and lethargic. I didn’t feel like going anywhere and I obeyed my true feelings and went back to sleep.
I got up again by 8:00 am. I got ready and within no time was on the road to the golf course. It’s only a couple of miles from my home. I was on the tee at 8:40.
On this hot June morning the sun was piercing and the wind was absent. The course was absolutely silent and empty. My caddie and myself were the two Adventures to challenge a burning sun and a few yellow wasps. They both seemed to be annoyed by our presence.
As soon as I hit the first driver shot the realization that before arriving at the tee I should have played a couple of buckets at the range was quite obvious. It turned out that my one wood was angrier than sun and wasps. It completely denied my repeated attempts and sheepishly I packed it in my golf kit and plucked three wood out of it. Three wood performs best when promoted to hit a driving shot. The hot weather, disturbed wasp, angry golf stick, and sleepless golfer can create a classic combination of combusting malfunction. That is so visible in execution of my second shot. Such was the beginning of my morning with golf. You can easily guess the climax of today’s game.
Since the ballooning tummy and ever raising body weight were the major driving force that uprooted me from my quarantine It kept going to the pin without any embarrassment. I didn’t care how I was playing, I was determined to go on. My game began to settle onward from the second tee.
Instead of appreciating my quick return to game the sun was getting jealous even began to burn harder sharper as if I my better performance was against it. Sun did not bother to give any relief, rather it burned more in resent. I had completed four holes by now. First hole I didn’t count because of more than one tee shot. The rest were bogies. And I was soaked in my own sweat by now. My hands were immersed in gloves and my hair was all wet. I was feeling thirsty and completely worn out as I took off from the fifth. My resistance to heat was fading fast. During the posture of the next shot I was having an urge to surrender to the might of the sun and take its anger seriously. On the green of the fifth where the clubhouse was close by, I made up my mind to conclude the day’s game in complete acceptance of defeat from the sun. I tried twice to land the ball inside the hole but the ball was also in the mood to give in. With a long face I was heading to the parking lot. I have accepted defeat from the sun but I will not give up to my fat belly and weight gain. I will return tomorrow at dawn to sweat it out for good.
Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer