FOUR!

Next week we have a scheduled golf outing and I'm already getting nervous. I tend to avoid work golf events and anything more than a secluded Par 3 course. But we're visiting Mr. Cob's parents, and I've been told that we're golfing. The typical excuses came to mind: Me: "I won't have my clubs." Mr. Cob - "We're driving, so plenty of room for the clubs." Me: "I'm going to be terrible." Mr. Cob - "We'll practice." Me: "I haven't played in over a year." Mr. Cob - see previous response. Me: "I have nothing to wear." Mr. Cob - "I'm sure you can find time to buy something." Me: "Wait, did you just condone my shopping???" Mr. Cob - "If it means you'll stop whining, yes."

So it's settled, we're golfing.

Don't get me wrong, I actually enjoy golfing...when I'm doing decent. (and my standards for decent are pretty low. Club connecting with ball = decent.) I tend to get frustrated really easily and then lose all concentration and it's worse when people are watching/waiting. Luckily everyone is always patient with me (especially Mr. Cob's parents...our last golf outing with them was quite enjoyable and I did "decent") and I get more than your fair share of mulligans. Mr. Cob even gave me golf lessons for my birthday a few years back and they really helped my swing - problem is, I'm worried I've forgotten everything I learned.

So, to "hopefully" quash my worries, we practiced. Last night we went to the driving range and split a giant bucket of balls. Attempt #1, whiff. Attempt #2, whiff. Pre-Attempt #3, Mr. Cob did some adjusting of my stance, checked my grip and told me to stop lifting my head so soon. Attempt #3, WE HAVE LIFTOFF! Attempt #4-50, CONTACT BABY! I won't be signing up for the PGA Tour any time soon, but I'm now not so afraid of our outing next week. Mr. Cob even realized that I was fighting gravity with my swing and corrected that problem which gave me much more power! Although, today my forearms are seriously sore! We'll see if I can actually put it all together next week, but for now I'm confident and just need to find the perfect outfit. Hey, if I can't beat um, might as well look cute losing!