Giving Thanks for a Birdie Chance

At the gym today I ran into a woman who doesn't golf but who knows I golf. "How's the golf?" she asked.
   I pointed to my elbow. "I haven't golfed for awhile," I said. "I have tendonitis."
   "Is it tennis elbow or the true golfer's elbow?" she asked.
   "Actually, it's neither," I said, impressed that she knew there was a difference. "Just some other kind of tendonitis near my elbow, according to my physical therapist." Although I thought I had tennis elbow from golf, it turns out I don't. However, the treatment has been the same: rest, stretching, strengthening, and some interesting treatments involving paraffin wax and ultrasound. Plus forearm massages.

The woman at the gym knew all about tennis elbow, since she had it in both arms. Hers was not from tennis either, but from her job as a dental hygienist. Her husband has had tennis elbow -- from golf -- for about 3 years. Between the two of them, they've had every treatment in the book, from physical therapy to laser treatments to surgery. They also use the FlexBar, which uses eccentric (say it like "eee-centric") to strengthen the elbow tendons the correct way. My physical therapist has me doing eccentric exercises too, but using a regular 3-lb hand weight and flexing my left wrist down (not up).

Since developing tendonitis in my elbow, I've encountered at least six people who have had it. That's the thing about being human. Physically, humans are generally made of the same stuff: blood, muscles, bones, organs and tendons and such. No hurt, injury, affliction or disease is so great or so small that you will eventually run into someone else who's suffered from the same thing. And sometimes, just knowing that can ease the pain.

Every little bit helps, but the main problem is so many things can stress the elbow tendons, like cooking, driving, typing on a computer and even shampooing one's hair, that it's hard to truly rest. But at least I've managed to stay off the golf course.

Except for that gorgeous, sunny day in the 60s a couple of weeks ago. I went out to play 9 holes, took two Advil and wore a compression sleeve on my left forearm. I played gingerly and deliberately, in terms of my mental game, and made a great effort to really use my core on the downswing, relying less on my arms, until the very end of the swing when I had to whip through and release. Perhaps because of my increased focus on technique, I hit some of the longest drives I've hit all season.

On a par 4, I hit a great drive and landed a lucky, long second shot to within birdie chance of the hole. I didn't make it, but I holed out for a solid par. I played fairly well, and part of me was tempted to go for 18 holes. But I did the smart thing and stopped.

Since then, I haven't golfed at all and part of me is dying inside. It's gonna be one of the warmest Thanksgiving holidays in recent years, and normally I'd be looking forward to getting in a round. But not this year. Maybe in another month, if I do what I'm supposed to and things go as planned, I will play again. I may even get another shot at birdie. And for that, I am truly thankful.

The Golfing Wounded

One measure of how much a golfer loves golf is whether he or she is willing to play with an injury. The more injured you are and yet still go out and play, the more devoted you are to life's cruelest game. I developed tendonitis in my left elbow a couple of weeks ago. I played a week later, which made it much worse. Then I waited 2 weeks and went out for a round, which I quit after 9 holes due to excruciating pain. I couldn't even pick up an apple without pain shooting up through my left forearm.

But I'm not the most injured golfer I know. One of my playing partners during my last round was a guy who was a week away from hip replacement surgery. He had a brace on his knee too. I once met a guy who was out playing 6 weeks after open-heart surgery. And a few years back, I played with a woman who was 3 months out from hip surgery. I've met golfers recovering from back surgeries, knee injuries, hip spasms, even foot problems. And my current condition of lateral epicondylitis (known as "tennis elbow," ironically enough) is nothing compared to the herniated disk in my neck that put the kabosh on my golf game for over a year, once upon a time.

Golfers with tennis elbow are as common as slices and hooks. The ones I know have told me that it's best to wait till you're pain-free before playing. So I'm trying that route. It's been two weeks and I have been climbing the walls. The weather has been unseasonably good lately too, and those last few warm, sunny days almost had me running to the range. But I didn't. I painted my nails blue instead. Blue to match my mood.

I have an appointment with an occupational therapist this week. I went to the range on Friday and hit about 10 balls. I think I could get through 9 holes tomorrow, especially knowing that I have professional help just a few days away. If I don't play tomorrow, I guess I could just paint my toenails instead.

Bad Golf Check List

There are times in a golfer's life when she just can't seem to swing a club without making a bad golf shot. Sometimes the reasons are obvious, and sometimes they're not. But one thing is for sure, the reasons are many and varied.

Are you making bad golf shots? Here is a comprehensive checklist of questions to ask yourself to find out why:

Primary questions:

Are your hands gripped correctly on the club?

Are you standing square to the ball at address?
Are you making a full turn on the backswing?
Are you initiating the downswing with your hips?
Are you sure you're not releasing the club head too early or too late?

If your answers to these questions are all "yes" then move on to...

Secondary questions:
Are you injured?
Are you hungry?
Are you thirsty?
Are you PMS-ing?
Do you have to pee?
Are you thinking about work?
Are you sure you don't need a snack?

If your answers to these questions are all "no" then move on to...

Tertiary questions:
Are you alive?
Are you breathing?
Do you have a golf club in your hand?
Are you playing golf on a day whose name ends in "-day?"

If your answer to any of these questions is "yes," then you've found the reason why you're making bad golf shots. Unfortunately, nothing can be done about the tertiary reasons. Better just have a snack and hope the golf gods look upon you more favorably next time!

OMG, I Shot an 89 Today

OMG, I shot an 89 today. I know what you're thinking, big whoop, it's not the the first time. But to tell the truth, my game's been in the toilet all summer, so it was an exciting day for me. I had a good low-90s run in the spring, but I actually haven't broken 90 all year. And finally, today, I did.

I actually woke up with a migraine and the weather was hotter and more humid than advertised, so it didn't start out as a great day for golf. Then hubby and I were stuck behind an older-than-the-hills, slower-than-molasses twosome who moved so slow it was as if they were trying to stop time. And at one point we were joined by a single behind us who drove his cart a little too close to me and unnerved me with his snack wrapper-rustling. After one hole, I told him, "Hey, we're not in any hurry, so why don't you play ahead and try to catch up with the twosome." Of course, that old twosome was stuck behind a foursome, who was stuck behind a walking single stuck behind another slow foursome, and so on.

After the front 9, I was 11 over, so it didn't really seem like anything was going to happen. But then, it did. Because the round was slow, it gave me a lot of time to think about my putts. I actually looked at my putts from behind the ball, in front of the ball, and the side. As a result, I made a bunch of clutch putts for par. Hubby actually complimented me on my putting, and I could see that he meant it. It was sweeter than being given a dozen roses.

Six holes into the back 9, I'd made 4 pars. It's amazing how making pars helps keep your score low. I finished with 6 over on the back 9, which is the lowest I'd ever made on a back 9. 11 + 6 = 17, and 72 + 17 = 89. So I shot an 89. A very good score for me.

Life is good when the golf is good. And when it's bad, life's awful. Here's hoping for the good life... at least for what's left of the season.

The Coolest Vest for Golf

It's mid-August and I've only been playing golf once a week because it's just so darn hot. Next week, temps are predicted to be in the 90s again. My golf buddy Seri has a new accessory to beat the heat, a cooling vest. Cooling vests also called evaporative cooling vests or ice vests in case you want to shop for one. They're used by athletes, construction workers and anyone who spends a lot of time in the hot sun. Ice vests actually have packs of gel cubes sewn in them and you need to freeze them overnight. Seri's cooling vest only needs to be soaked in cold water and it stays hydrated for hours.

And it's kind of a cute look, no?

Here's a close-up:

Now all Seri needs is a matching ice hat and she'll be all set for the rest of summer.

U.S. Women's Open Championship at Lancaster Country Club

Yesterday, hubby and I drove out to Lancaster, PA, to check out Round 3 of the 2015 U.S. Women's Open Championship at Lancaster Country Club. This is the third time I've been a spectator at a major golf tournament, so I knew to wear plenty of sunscreen and comfortable golf shoes for walking the course.

I snapped plenty of pictures of the big names in women's golf, but I used my phone camera from far away, so the images are a little fuzzy after cropping. The first thing we did was go to the practice area, where Michelle Wie happened to be getting ready. Her left ankle was in a brace but it didn't seem to affect her stance.

Or her ability to make perfect contact.

She did a drill with a stretchy exercise band:

She also did practice swings with only one arm:

Here's her famous putting stance, with her caddie respectfully looking away and not staring at her butt:

Michelle Wie definitely had the largest number of people following her around. Not as many as Tiger Woods, but this is women's golf after all. I would imagine that a lot of the male golf fans are deterred from watching a women's golf event because they don't want their wives to catch them staring at women all day.

The current world Number One is Inbee Park. Very few people followed her around, but then again, she wasn't playing spectacularly well.

Here's Lexi Thompson, with the petite I.K. Kim, who is famous for missing a 14-inch putt at the Kraft Nabisco Championship in 2012 and losing the tournament as a result. As someone who could find a way to miss a 6-inch putt, I totally sympathize.

The current world Number Two player is teenage sensation Lydia Ko, shown here walking with what I think is too much forward head posture. If she keeps it up, it could be a problem in middle age. Take it from someone who knows.

At least Lydia Ko stays hydrated. Drinking plenty of water is a good habit at any age.

And she has a very balanced finish.

Here's Morgan Pressel, who we saw texting on the practice green:

Occasionally, she practiced her putting too.

Here's Paula Creamer and amateur Muni He. These are two golfers who know how to strike a pose. Muni was leading Paula by two strokes. That must have been embarrassing.

Off in the distance, we saw Stacy Lewis. That's about as close as we wanted to get to her. Let's just say we're not fans. 

The leader so far is Amy Yang, and here she is looking cool and confident with her caddie:

I hope she strides on to victory. I'll be tuning in later today to find out.

Mid-Season Update

So it's July, and in case you're wondering, I didn't join that ladies league. The first day I was scheduled to play, it rained and the league canceled, and then the following week, the league starter "forgot" to put me on the tee sheet. By then I'd heard from various rangers that the leagues are notoriously slow. Most of the ladies are actually high-handicappers (like 25, 30 and even 40) and take up to 5 or more hours to play. Plus I had a new work project and wasn't sure I could commit to a regular league.

Lately I've been playing mostly with hubby on trips and weekends. My handicap is trending toward an 18.7, due to traveling to unfamiliar courses, which always adds on strokes, and soggy weather. It's just more of a challenge to play on wet fairways that haven't gotten mowed and hail-pelted greens that haven't been rolled for a week.

My driver and woods are in a slump and my wedges still need work, though I finally started using this 58-degree wedge hubby bought me last year. It's perfect for high lob shots over bunkers and mounded rough. At least my irons have been somewhat consistent, so over the July 4th holiday weekend, hubby and I played the local course where most of the par 3s are 139 yards and in from the red tees.

While I got stymied by the overgrown fairways and matted rough, on one of the aforesaid par 3s, I got reacquainted with that feeling that every golfer lives for -- that moment when you realize you've got a sure-fire, tap-in for birdie:

Walking down to the green to mark your ball, you feel a combination of joy and relief. It's a short-lived moment that reminds you what golf is all about.

If you look closely at the photo above, you can see where my ball landed, a few inches left of the ball. Hubby said my ball landed at that mark and actually bounced toward the hole, and if the green hadn't been so wet, it might have rolled all the way into the hole. Ah well, I already had my first hole-in-one years ago. These days, the way I've been playing, getting that close is close enough.