I admire the Dixon/Bowman boys. Running is such a pure sport. You either run without conking out, or you don't. Golf on the other hand ... Yesterday, the ladies at National spent 2/1/2 hours being lectured on the rules. Basically, you cannot breath without being assessed a stroke. Unless it is a red zone, then it is two club lengths and a stroke. UGH. Today (ladies WGA day) I played horribly. Too many things to think about. And, Monday, Monday is an Interclub tournament that I have been invited to play in (only because our team is so desperate!) and I am a bit gun shy to say the least. I have the highest handicap on the team (but I have to play to a lower handicap because I am over the required max) and I seem to have become a choker! A foul word to say the least, in golf. I have been soliciting advice from all of the successful, competitive young ladies in my family (my daughters) and so far, I have gotten only sympathy!
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