Golfing's for the strong

Bill and I went golfing at Sand Hollow yesterday afternoon (temp. only around 90), and today I feel like a Mack truck has run over me.  It all started with my 4 mile walk around the Bloomington loop in the morning.  Bill had a few things to do while I walked, and when he returned, wanted to go golfing, since it wasn't that hot. Right, not that hot.  I whined a bit, then thought, "he bought me a set of clubs, we've been putting a bit, and have been to the driving range, why not?"  My back was a bit sore, but what the heck, I could do it.
Previously, we've gone to golf stores where they have those fake driving ranges that measure your distance, etc. I actually did well, and the best part was I never whiffed the golf ball, which to me, was the most important thing.  OK, so out on the course (thankfully I couldn't see anyone nearby to witness my lack of skills).  Bill was so patient, even when I threw my club a few times. I thought that my clubs were actually not long enough...does that sound like an excuse to you?  After measuring our irons (golf terminology for the clubs you use in the fairway, for the most part), Bill's were a bit longer.  Sad news, though, the driver's pretty close to the same length.  Oh well, good try.  As we got to about the 6th hole, I decided to use my fairway wood twice in a row, so I didn't put the cover back on it,   and walked to where my ball was (approx. 100 yards).  I chose another club at that point, but couldn't find the "sock" cover for my previous club.

This is the club "sock" I dropped 100 yards back.

Dang if it didn't make me mad, since I knew then that I dropped it somewhere back where I had just hit the ball.  I walked back to pick up the cover (100 yds.) and then back to my clubs (another 100 yds.).  By that time, I was really pooped, and we decided to finish the game at 7 holes.

Bill was such a sweetheart, he pulled my cart and his, all the way back to the car :)

The following things are positive about the "game."
1. exercise
2. fresh (hot) air
3. practice (at a sport in which I suck).
4. beautiful scenery
5. parring a Par 3 hole
6. ran out of positives

Negatives about the "game."
1. really sore back
2. sweating like a dog
4. whiffing the ball a gazillion times
5. throwing my club (from time-to-time)
6. not doing nearly as good as I thought I could

All in all, I'm sure I'll continue to work at the game of golf.   I am really grateful that Bill is as patient as he is.  An outing like this could lead to many bad things in a marriage, but not for us!