I think that's how you say it.
So far one of the toughest parts of the game is remembering how I'm supposed to refer to it.
There's something I say that Michael keeps wincing at. I think you can't say 'going golfing'. Like you just 'play golf.'
Yeah. That's it. Or...well, maybe?
Anyway, I guess because I am the contentious sort, and enjoy getting Michael's goat. I just keep coining new phrases to cover the fact that I can't remember, for sure, which phrases are right and which are wrong.
Unsuccessfully, of course. Michael knows me too well to buy that.
But I also do it because it amuses me.
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So I'll ask Michael:
-Do you think this outfit is golfie enough?
-Do you think I've got what it takes to play the game? You know; golfiness-wise?
-I like my new golfi-fied self, don't you?
In addition to all the fun word-play, I've been thinking of all the other things that led to me actually wanting to play.
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Michael has played on and off most of his life. When we first got together he encouraged me to learn.
I took golf as an elective one summer in college. Mainly because I needed a phys-ed. class and it worked with my schedule.
I got the phys-ed hours I needed, and I vaguely thought that one day I might want to play.
But as the years went by I always balked at the idea of starting when it came down to it.
I didn't feel I had any time or money to spare as it was. Taking up an expensive and time consuming sport always seemed silly. When was I going to fit that into my already busy life?
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Recently I told Michael I wanted to learn to play and he was surprised. It was a subject that had been moved to the back burner for 24 years now. Suddenly it seemed appealing.
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I've been thinking of everything that came together to make it happen and it's a lot of things.
The biggest is probably that I have a little more control over my work schedule nowadays.
But the real trigger was that I hit the top level of my exercise program.
It kind of freaked me out when I realized there wasn't another level to go to. I can repeat the top couple of levels indefinitely, It will, for sure, be enough to keep me fit.
But will it challenge me?
It suddenly felt like I'd run off a cliff and was treading air before the plummet to earth. (A la every Saturday morning cartoon you ever saw.)
Luckily, I grabbed a branch and that branch is called: golf.
Yay! A new challenge!
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I still do all my exercise for my program, but just sub in golf for one or both of the two 'Low Intensity Steady State' workouts.
Instead of 30 minutes of walking on the low impact days I do about 3 hours at the driving range.
But back to the way I refer to it...
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So I kept referring to golf in the wrong way. And Michael kept hating it.
Then one day we were at the driving range (Leonard's Golf on the Range) and one of the pros was talking about when Nike tried a golf line. They rented part of the facilities.
The owner, the very cool Marty Leonard, had a patch of wild flowers by the property. But, said the pro:
"Nike didn't think it looked golfie enough."
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Bahhhaaaahaa!
Michael thought I paid the guy to say it, but I totally didn't.
Guess I'm starting to sound like a pro after all!
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