I've finished up the second month of my Happiness Project. As I mentioned previously, the author, Gretchen Rubin's, second month was dedicted to increasing the happiness in her marriage. I don't have one of those, so I had to improvise.
I decided this month's project would be to do something totally for myself. I thought about different things that I could do that would make me happy, and settled on.....drumroll please.....
Now, you have to understand a few things.
First off, my only golf experience has been with BFF and one of the Animal House boys from college. We would go to the driving range, or to the cheap golf course in Stillwater and play periodically. They are both pretty decent, I was just starting. So, they "helped" me learn. I distinctly remember BFF screaming at me one day and saying, "Tiffany, you're just swinging like a girl!" I threw down the club and yelled back, "BFF, I AM A GIRL!" (I've mentioned before that our relationship is like this....) Anyway, the point is, I have never really had great instruction.
Second, golf can be really frustrating. I'm pretty athletic. Usually I can pick up any ball or bat or racket and hold my own. It drives me crazy to go to the driving range and see fat old dudes or little kids who are way better than me. But it happened every time I went! So....golf lessons seemed necessary.
I called up a golf course here in town and signed up for 5 lessons. Here is a brief play-by-play of the two so far.
Not going to lie, my main concern was what to wear. I mean, perception is reality, so I wanted to at least look like I fit in on the driving range. After NO help from BFF or Cousin Kevin, who were both annoyed I would even ask this question, I headed to my lesson. I met up with my coach on the driving range and we went to work. The first thing he says is, "Let's videotape you and see how your swing looks." My response was, "Hold up there pal, let's start with you showing me how to hold a club and go from there." He quickly understood and put the video camera away for another day!
So we started with the basics. When I was finally ready to swing, I hit the ball on the first try (yay for small victories!) and he assured me that I was in good shape and that I had a "very athletic swing." This was like music to my ears.
My only complaint about the first lesson is that it was too hot. I went at 10:30 on a Saturday morning and it was miserable. It felt like I was doing hot golf instead of hot yoga. Lesson learned--go first thing at night or first thing in the morning from now on!
This time, I decided that a lesson in the evenings might be a good idea. For the girls following the blog interested in fashion, I rocked my favorite orange Tommy sleeveless polo (see above). Anyway, this time, the golf coach insisted on filming. This just about gave me a panic attack. It was a flashback to law school Evidence & Trial Practice class where the teacher videoed you doing practice arguments and questioning witnesses, then made you watch yourself. I learned quickly that I hated my hair and the sound of my own voice on video.
Luckily, my golf swing faired better on tape. We watched the video, the golf coach made a few corrections to my swing (like the fact that I didn't release the club so my hands were backwards on the follow through--something that one of the boys should have realized had they not been so busy yelling at me!). So I've improved quite a bit thus far. I can now hit the ball fairly consistantly about 100 yards or so with a 7 iron. I feel that to be success for now.
All in all, I think golf lessons have increased my happiness level. It's fun to be outside in the sun, fresh air and quiet on a golf course. It's relaxing and sort of theraputic to be able to hit something with a club. It's also nice to have been able to set a goal to work toward, and to do something that really is just for me.
And, last but not least, it doesn't hurt that my golf coach is a couple years older than me, not married, and pretty cute....stay tuned to see where this goes.