I am not the sporty type. Actually, I’m the total opposite of sporty, I don’t even own 1 pair of sweat pants.
All through school, I did sports only because it was part of the curriculum. The only volunteered sport I did was cross country and that’s because I somewhat enjoyed running.
I don’t even really enjoy watching sports.
Last week, I was volunteered by my father in law John to join his golfing team at a golf tournament.
You can just imagine the look of fear on my face.
“WHAT!?” I said.
“It’s all in good fun and it’s a charity event.” he said.
“Okay….” I said.
Golfing… my idea of tee time is lemon with honey and a blueberry scone on the side please.
Putting my fear aside, I looked at the great opportunity given to me.
A chance to golf for the first time on a beautiful golf course surrounded by trees and mountains every where you look, a chance to be Lily-free almost the whole day and a chance to be in the company of good men like my husband, my father in law and our friend Joe.
Even though I’m not ready to take up golf as a sport or anything, I will gladly go again and I had a great day!