Start to Golf

Sunday morning, 9 a.m. I don’t feel fresh and I don’t feel lovely. To be fair, I was still on the dance floor at an afterparty that had gotten slightly out of hand. I turn over and then I decide to get out of bed anyway, and put on a polo shirt because today there’s golf on the menu.

Golf?

I have been interested in every type of sport since I was a kid but playing golf seemed so elitist. Not really my thing. So why did I decide to follow the start to golf course? Well, when I sit at my desk, I enjoy a beautiful view of the 125-year old Wellington race course, which was turned into a golf court a few years ago. Every day I watch golfers stroll around the beautiful green links, and so I was tempted to also tee off there.

That sun-drenched morning I am only 15 minutes late on the green. This, Patrick, our teacher for this class, tells me, is the official name. The other start to golf students are a little older than I am, but they are just as enthusiastic and everyone listens attentively. Patrick explains how we need to hold our club and then we get to tee off on the driving range. Strangely enough, I’m actually quite proficient, although I hit some balls better than others. And then suddenly one of my golf balls cruises some 80 metres through the air. I yell excitedly. This is great! I want to do this again. Next week!

There’s only one word to describe my first start to golf class: addictive.

After the class the other students enjoy a refreshing drink on the sunny terrace of the club house. I, on the other hand, decide to go home for a refreshing afternoon nap after my first pleasant introduction to the world of golf.