ACHES, PAINS & BLISTERS

Had to take a pic of my gorgeous blister

See that el-lovely blister I have on my left foot?
It IS as sore as it looks.

I cannot tell if I'm actually limping from the aches & pains from my certified-unfit body or the pain from this blister. Either way, I'm in pain.

Reason?
GOLF.

And now....
It is time to bitch about what a PATHETICALLY TALENTLESS golfer I am.

After my freak game at the bowling alley, I was in high spirits THINKING....
Maybe... just maybe....
I might have a freak day with golf as well.

But like hell I played!
It was soooooooooooooooo bad, I was close to strangling myself.
It was THAT bad!

I played the worst possible game any golfer could have dreamed off, and my BIGGEST fear came through - I screwed up my technics so bad.... I was doing everything I was NOT suppose to be doing. I moved my head, I swayed my body, I opened my body, wrong ball positioning, and worst of all, I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nervous playing with THE FAMILY that I could not even focus on that damn white ball.

So you can imagine how BADLY I played that afternoon. Thank God we only played 9-hole or I would have really killed myself. The kind of balls that I hit! Zero air-bourned, everything just ROLLED. Could not tee off, could not hit, could do NOTHING. Don't even have to ask about my putting.

In one word, SCREWED.

Like my ego wasn't bruised enough, that blister started to haunt me. I was stupid. I did not break into my golf shoes so I got punished real bad for my stupidity. I ended up playing the last few holes barefooted. Not like that helped me play any better. Sob.

After my disastrous 9-hole game on Saturday, the evening was instant suicide.

Last thought before crashing out, "How the f*** did I play so bad???"

Sunday morning : Tee off at 0750 hours, 18 holes.
I woke up limping from my blister and legs ached a little from the Sat's nervous tension game. And it was cooollllddd as well at that hour of the morning. I was tempted to skip that round of golf. Ok ok,I admit, I wanted to save myself from further embarassment. But somehow, the compulsive-perfectionist side of me prevailed. I could not bring myself to concede defeat. I REFUSED to admit that I can't play golf.

As all golf fanatics will tell you, all the pains and aches diminish the moment one gets on the golf course. No difference for me. My blister suddenly didn't hurt any more. My aches disappeared. I was hopping around at the first tee off box though. Bloem gets so darn cold! My fingers were getting numb from the cold.

Then I declared to my boss just before I teed off, "If I play crap again today, I'm giving up on golf. FOR GOOD!"

Guess you guys managed to figure the rest of the story out. I played a much better game on Sunday and at some point, one might have thought they had seen a hotair balloon on course. I was beaming with pride as I saw my balls airbourne straight and managed to hit a few shots with my 6-iron that flew approximately 140 metres. That was a damn nice feeling I tell ya! Especially from that horror game I had the day before. At least I managed to make a couple of real nice shots!

Trust me, if you had seen the game I played on Sat, you'll understand that soar of pride. I was possibly the happiest girl around for that day!

Right now.....
Happy girl is one aching old woman.
I feel like I'm 70 years old .
I'm limping from the blister and my body's really aching, but I'm feeling contented.
Flippin' tired from the drive back and thank goodness it is public holiday today!

No, it's not SA's National Day as well (it is Singapore's National Day).
It is.... WOMAN'S DAY.
Don't ask me the significance.
I didn't even there was such a day until last Friday.
And NO, there's no Man's Day.
Again, don't bother to ask me why.
I don't know.

There will be 3 games this weekend (9 holes on Fri and Sat, 18 holes on Sun) and I really want to play but the thought of driving, bleah. Thought about flying to Bloem but the air tix ain't cheap. Have I bitched about how ridiculously expensive airport taxes are becoming? The airport tax is equivalent to a single-trip ticket price. Oh well, I've got... erm.... 2 days to decide and I guess depends on how well my blister heals as well. If I'm going to play another 36 holes with this bitch of a blister, I will need amputation in no time.

That's a lie.
Even if it means I end up limping for the next month, I will endure the pain and play golf anyway.

The real question is, to drive or not to drive.
Sucks driving long distance alone.
And now that you've seen the photos of this Johannesburg-Bloemfontein N1 route, you should understand why this dread.

For the love of golf.....
Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch.