I love sports. Especially those with big balls – I played competitive volleyball and bowling in school (and nope, I was never mistaken for the ball despite my roundness.). Since I graduated, there hasn’t been much opportunity to play. Hence I decided to take up an individual sport like golf which can take me through retirement. Now I will have something to do other than knit, talk to my cat, go for a stroll in the park with chum D and sleep in my rocking chair when I grow old.
I started my first lesson last night at Marina Bay Golf Course filled with trepidation and much anticipation. Will I manage to hit the ball? Will my golf club fly out of my hand while I take a swing? Will my ball fly backwards? Will I get bored even before the ball flies? I wondered.