Back in the Swing of Things

Last week some coworkers grabbed me on their way out the door and invited me to join them at a local driving range.

Now it’s a weekly thing, and I’m happy to say that my golf clubs are officially out of storage.

Part of the appeal of buying my condo was its proximity to a public golf course, but I’ve lived here for more than a year and I’ve never taken advantage of it.

Now I don’t feel as bad about that because I work a short distance from another course and I’m taking good advantage of that one.

Sure, I’ve still got a long way to go till I’m as good as Tiger Woods — or, for that matter, as good as the guys from work who are giving a few of us “lessons” — but so far, it’s been like riding a bicycle: I may not have played for more than two years, but picking up my swing hasn’t been that hard.

And as the weather gets warmer, it’s just nice to be outside doing some physical activity.

So it’s all good, and I’m going to keep on swinging away.

Fore!