Thanks to a passionate friend that I will with golf.
A little skeptical on the side “very sporting” from this activity, I left convinced. After all I could do nothing!
I imagined myself already walking the golf course with a handsome young man pulling my cart, enjoying the sun hitting some balls.
Unfortunately, that day, the sun and heat are not the party. I m’arme against the cold sudden polar, and hat. Result: I am b eaucoup less sexy than I had imagined.
Once there, my friend gave me some advice and we start typing a few bullets. All in a row, one swing as far as possible, to enter the movement.
After hitting x times over my ball, pulled the carpet, I finally tape in the head! Jubilation short … I just got to get around kidney!
Surrender of my emotions, my spirit of “winning” takes over: it is time to leave on the green. The true.
The lawn crying when she sees me come and steal clods! Sometimes I close the hole … and sometimes I put in the mile!
After some good-crazy laughter, I finally have the “swing”!
We end the party around a tea, to give us history of the day.
Finally, I withdraw what I said. It’s not as if based sport!
After walking all day, having concentrated on my movement and am déhanchée in every sense, here I am exhausted.
Promised I would never criticize golfers! And then who knows, maybe I will … sexy or not!