Yesterday, I challenged the elements by playing my first round of golf of the year. My dear friend nature was unable to stop me with her stormy winds and mighty bursts of intense drizzle. At one point, the wind was blowing so hard that the flags were bent over sideways at nearly ninety degree angles to the ground. With the wind at my back those drives really flew, but then the wind blew straight into my teeth and I became quite humble again.
Considering that I hadn't touched a golf club in almost two months, I managed quite well in hitting the ball, even smashing a couple of impressive drives. One cannot expect miracles on the first day back, but the wonderful feeling of contacting the ball smoothly and forcedly makes me want to come back for more.
I wonder of it'd be worth the hassle of lugging my set of clubs with me to Frankfurt this week. In the evenings, I could swing them around in my apartment and putt a few shots in search of that unattainable perfect feeling.
This year I will have less free time, so I will have to resist the urge to practice golf too much. Instead, I will pursue a healthy and strong attitude on a daily basis, focusing on intense, high-quality 18 hole moments of truth when those days arrive to inspire me on.