my dreams don't fade away

One small step for man, one giant leap for me!

Sunday 6th of January I managed to wedge a golf shoe onto my right foot and scampered, well a quick waddle to be honest, off to the range.

Did I work hard on address position ?
Did I work on club position at top of swing?
Did I work on take away?

Did I hell !

I simply hit balls! Disengaged brain and just swung hard!

If you think this time 2 weeks ago a surgeon was speaking about cutting my leg off, this was a really a big thing for me.

Today golf went from a grind to being a joy.

I fell out of love with golf, too caught up in technicalities, handicaps etc I forgot, I simply forgot its meant to be fun!

Just that moment of pure joy when you hit that clean shot where you don’t even feel it!

Maybe this whole foot thing was that reality check that I needed!

Not for one second does that mean I am quitting the gym or stopping lessons, quite the reverse in fact.

I want, no need, to start enjoying practise.

I need to find a new way to set goals, set targets and be what I can be as opposed to what I want to be.

In the past with practise and lessons I have approached them all wrong, its been I want, I want, I want. Instead of that I need to focus on I can, I can, I can.

I got so wrapped up in trying to be who I want to be as opposed to trying to be the best I can be.

I naturally fade, yes FADE not slice, the ball but because “everyone” says you are better to draw it I had to curb my natural instincts and work against me to learn a draw! Why ?? What’s wrong with a fade?

Its back to the nature v nurture thing I suppose, I was ignoring my natural instincts and tried to be a golfer I was not.

This year I am simply going to embrace what I do naturally and try, no not try will improve on them.

Will it make me a better player ? Quite frankly who knows!

Will I enjoy myself more ? You know what I think I will.

I started playing golf because I loved it, but it became a huge grind. I was honestly making excuses not too play! Too windy, too cold, too late, too early, in fact any old excuse.

After being stuck in hospital and the thought of losing the leg has made me realise what I have been missing.

This year I will attack and play every round like its my last and I will appreciate every second of it.