I've had quite enough aquae sulis pour on me in the last week, thank you very much!
Played 36 this morning while my car was in the garage. The feet blisters were ok, but now I have a blister on my right hand ring finger, where it's rubbed against my middle finger, which must imply something wrong/too tight with my grip, and I played 18 and was feeling brave so grabbed a cup of coffee and played another 18 straight away afterwards. I now have such a weird pain on the front of my right shin. It's definately muscular - it hurts more when I lift my right foot/toes - but you wouldn't have thought there were any muscles there..!? Ah well... It'll make a man of me.
However - tomorrow is my second handicap round, with a nice guy - an uber-nice guy, who no doubt will make me feel relaxed, and I'm sure that'll be a good thing.
I'm not feeling a lot of confidence in my swing ATM, which is weird; I'd gone from scoring the two best rounds so far, to feeling like I don't know what I'm doing, in the space of a couple of rounds. I guess that's how golf is, but I wish I wasn't feeling that right now. Today's were 92 (fine, but pleasing that that was HC reduced to 87 which I would be delighted with tomorrow - 26 starting HC - which would be fine) and a thoroughly mundane 96, with a comedy 9 on a par 4 (and I was in the greenside bunker for 3!
)
That said, the improvement in my putting stroke has reaped rewards, and I had a break through with my chipping as well today, which was also heartening.
Ah well. Bring it on. As long as I score below 100 (and I bloody well should), a 28 HC will be fine. A week on Sunday should, if all goes according to plan, be my first club medal tourney, and the Sunday after will be my 2nd internal tourney - the Captain's Cup. 28 will be fine.
I might not be as big a bandit as Pedro, but perhaps I could be Pablo, his deputy. I can go further down the trail ahead with the binoculars, waiting for the tourists to arrive...