fitness challenger 7 — golf!

Earlier this summer I registered for the PGA Ladies Get Ready program at the Bethlehem Municipal Golf Course. Three classes, one a week, for three weeks.

Today was the day. I got up early and checked the website. There are a lot of "rules" for golf. The class wasn't there. Did I really put it on three calendars incorrectly? I went to the golf course at the scheduled time. Apparently the class was cancelled. I was the only one registered. They forgot to contact me. Instead he is giving me three private 1 hour lessons. The cost difference would be substantial. But I don't have to pay it.

GOLF IS HARD. My brain hurts. I think I got putting down. Chipping on the other hand is kicking my butt. The basket of balls he left me with had about 100 balls in. I think maybe 10 were hit correctly.

My knees also hurt. A lot. I had to fill out a form about any physical issues. I didn't list my knees. You know me. I put my head in the sand and ignore it. I don't think about it as an issue. It's an issue. A big issue.

I have homework. I have to go hit balls--500 of them. A bucket is about 100. If I pick most of them up I might get away with only getting two buckets. One each day. (Yes, I'm cheap...but not lazy.) I also need to watch some videos. And I have to make an appointment for the next lesson. I just checked the calendar and there is no free times when I'm free. That will be a problem.

Maybe it's the cosmos way of telling me golf isn't my sport.

I was sitting here dreaming of Aleve for the pain in my knees. Instead I walked around the block. Down the hill, out Broadway and up Wyandotte to Sassafraas (The playground/cemetery) down the hill, out Itaska, down Hellner, out Broadway and back up my hill. It might have been stupid, but my knees hurt less.

Last night Lydia, the dog and I walked. It was just about 2.75 miles.

Tomorrow I'm walking with Bonnie and Megan and the baby. Then Saturday is the Alburtis 5K. No plans for Sunday ... yet.

On a related note, I had my last Chriopractor appointment for the year. It's a very slow process and I'm responding, but not as quickly as others. Actually I see no difference in the way I feel or move what so ever. He wants me to commit to another year, once a week. I'm on the fence. My brain and wallet say cut your losses. Try something different. What do you think?