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Today is the last day of golf. Not the last day I'll be golfing, of course, but the last day my league meets this year. We're not doing our regular round, either. We're having a banquet afterward, so to get everyone off the course as early as possible we're playing it as a scramble. That's where everyone tees off, you determine who had the best shot in your foursome, and everyone plays from wherever that person's ball ended up. It tends to go a lot faster and everyone in the foursome ends up with the same score. Based on where we are in our course rotation, we should also be playing the easiest of the three courses we play, so that's something. Last week we played what I feel is the hardest course. I stunk up the joint pretty bad. And then, surprisingly, I got par on the last hole. It was a par 3 hole. I've never parred a par 3 hole. I've parred a 5 and a 4, but the shorter holes always seem to evade me. It's a tricky one, too. You have to hit it uphill and to the left to get a shot where you can actually see the green. There's a steep hill that goes off to the right (and a river/pond) and anything that's not hit up onto the left side ridge will just roll off toward that. It was the first time that my shot went exactly where I wanted it on that hole. I had an easy chip to get on, and a not-so-short putt to get in. My partner also parred that hole, though her shot went to the right and down the hill, so hers was harder to make. I'm pretty happy about it, really. I was looking at a score in the low 70s at that point, and the par managed to salvage a 69 for me.
I'm going to miss my partner. I didn't know her before the league started and things were a bit awkward at first. I'm a socially stunted dork and she missed a few weeks at the beginning. I feel like the league is ending just as we're getting to a good comfort level. Well, hopefully we'll be paired up next year. Anyway, so scramble, then banquet, then MeLisa (my partner) says there are prizes. I'm hoping to get some kind of "most improved" dealie. I don't know how I wouldn't. My score was steadily dropping until mid-August. We got rained out halfway through a round and I missed the next week because of Mom's surgery (the original date) and I felt like I had forgotten how to play. But it's still better than that 81 I got back in May. That was miserable. And it's the foundation of this year's goal: never get over 80 on nine holes again. I still tend to surprise people when I tell them this is my first full year golfing. To call last year's golf class, range experience and measly two times playing on a real course "golfing" is like hitting a ball against a backboard is "playing tennis."
After this, I'm playing in my mom's family golf scramble at the end of the month and then my clubs are going on a road trip- without me! My parents are picking them up on their way down state as they head off on vacation. That way, I don't have to fly them down to Orlando for our joint trip to WDW at the end of October. We're playing two rounds of Disney-fied golf. Is it weird if I say this trip is a big part of why I took up golf? I wanted to be able to golf with my Dad on our trip. I was only a little surprised when I discovered that I really enjoy playing and have potential to be pretty good.
*STUFF NOT ABOUT GOLF*
What else? Went to bed very late last night. Woke up at 5:43, yelping in pain. My right calf was completely frozen in a massive leg cramp. I hate that. I get leg cramps sometimes when I'm awake, and I can usually head off the worse by walking around and stretching it out and the first sign of cramping. But when the happen when you're sleeping, you don't realize it's happening until the pain yanks you out of sleep. It was several minutes before I could stop making incoherent pain noises (Dinah was totally freaked out) and relax enough to slide my leg out of bed, let alone stand on it. And I had to make sure that I kept my foot flat on the ground, too. A leg cramp always seems to make me point my toes sky high, and when that happens I'm prone to cramps in the top of my foot, too. Actually, I should probably talk to a doctor about that. Sometimes I'll be barefoot and suddenly my outermost three toes will V out and start pointing up on their own. It's like they're trying to secede from the rest of the foot or something. On the other hand, it could be a conversation starter. "Did you know that I can make the 'live long and prosper' sign with my feet? Of course, I have no control over it and it kind of hurts, but it's interesting, no?"
My calf still hurts a bit. I need water. Water seems to be my cure for all that ails.
I'm supposed to donate platelets this weekend. I requested Sunday, but somehow ended up with Saturday. I think I should call and confirm. I'd hate to drive up there only to find out that my appointment is the next day. It's not terribly far, but it's not in my town, either, and it's in the opposite direction of all of my other weekend plans. Of course, those plans consist of housework and an open house at the new Detroit Metro Airport terminal, but still. Oh, yes. The North Terminal at DTW is opening this month. The Smith Terminal will soon be gone. And to celebrate, the airport is throwing some kind of party. I've decided to go because I love airports, I've been counting the days until this terminal opens (I really, really hate Smith), and although I have a trip in one month, I have to wait another 19 days after that to fly out of the new terminal. I'm impatient. Plus, there are giveaways for gas cards and plane tickets.
Hungry. Need lunch.
I'm going to miss my partner. I didn't know her before the league started and things were a bit awkward at first. I'm a socially stunted dork and she missed a few weeks at the beginning. I feel like the league is ending just as we're getting to a good comfort level. Well, hopefully we'll be paired up next year. Anyway, so scramble, then banquet, then MeLisa (my partner) says there are prizes. I'm hoping to get some kind of "most improved" dealie. I don't know how I wouldn't. My score was steadily dropping until mid-August. We got rained out halfway through a round and I missed the next week because of Mom's surgery (the original date) and I felt like I had forgotten how to play. But it's still better than that 81 I got back in May. That was miserable. And it's the foundation of this year's goal: never get over 80 on nine holes again. I still tend to surprise people when I tell them this is my first full year golfing. To call last year's golf class, range experience and measly two times playing on a real course "golfing" is like hitting a ball against a backboard is "playing tennis."
After this, I'm playing in my mom's family golf scramble at the end of the month and then my clubs are going on a road trip- without me! My parents are picking them up on their way down state as they head off on vacation. That way, I don't have to fly them down to Orlando for our joint trip to WDW at the end of October. We're playing two rounds of Disney-fied golf. Is it weird if I say this trip is a big part of why I took up golf? I wanted to be able to golf with my Dad on our trip. I was only a little surprised when I discovered that I really enjoy playing and have potential to be pretty good.
*STUFF NOT ABOUT GOLF*
What else? Went to bed very late last night. Woke up at 5:43, yelping in pain. My right calf was completely frozen in a massive leg cramp. I hate that. I get leg cramps sometimes when I'm awake, and I can usually head off the worse by walking around and stretching it out and the first sign of cramping. But when the happen when you're sleeping, you don't realize it's happening until the pain yanks you out of sleep. It was several minutes before I could stop making incoherent pain noises (Dinah was totally freaked out) and relax enough to slide my leg out of bed, let alone stand on it. And I had to make sure that I kept my foot flat on the ground, too. A leg cramp always seems to make me point my toes sky high, and when that happens I'm prone to cramps in the top of my foot, too. Actually, I should probably talk to a doctor about that. Sometimes I'll be barefoot and suddenly my outermost three toes will V out and start pointing up on their own. It's like they're trying to secede from the rest of the foot or something. On the other hand, it could be a conversation starter. "Did you know that I can make the 'live long and prosper' sign with my feet? Of course, I have no control over it and it kind of hurts, but it's interesting, no?"
My calf still hurts a bit. I need water. Water seems to be my cure for all that ails.
I'm supposed to donate platelets this weekend. I requested Sunday, but somehow ended up with Saturday. I think I should call and confirm. I'd hate to drive up there only to find out that my appointment is the next day. It's not terribly far, but it's not in my town, either, and it's in the opposite direction of all of my other weekend plans. Of course, those plans consist of housework and an open house at the new Detroit Metro Airport terminal, but still. Oh, yes. The North Terminal at DTW is opening this month. The Smith Terminal will soon be gone. And to celebrate, the airport is throwing some kind of party. I've decided to go because I love airports, I've been counting the days until this terminal opens (I really, really hate Smith), and although I have a trip in one month, I have to wait another 19 days after that to fly out of the new terminal. I'm impatient. Plus, there are giveaways for gas cards and plane tickets.
Hungry. Need lunch.