I already knew that this week would be a down one from a running standpoint, but I didn't plan on it being this down. But, aside from the calf, it was a great few days with two Christmases: one with my family in Massachusetts and one with D's parents in North Carolina. Here's a photo recap of the festivities:
This is before I battled with Obi Wan:
Javatinis! (Made by me...even melted the chocolate.)
My sister enjoying the deliciousness:
Family shot in North Carolina:
Golf is serious business:
Absolutely crushing it:
Looked so pretty it should have gone in:
Festiveness:
A pause on the course to take a shot with one of our groupies:
3 comments:
My comment on your follow through was on sparkplug's post. But here I'll say I can tell by the way you lean on your club that you picked up the game by age 10. 11 latest.
It was indeed age 10. I lived about .5 mile from a course when I was a kid. I played everyday in the summer from age 12-17. Now, I'm lucky to play once a year. That once this year was the two rounds this week. I did go 102, 94, which wasn't too shabby.
You could probably tell from the follow through of my kick or the way that I lean on my ski poles that I picked up the game of skiing at about the age of 39. 40 latest. (I too learned to play golf at age ten but haven't played even a single round the last two summers. We should get out for kicks and giggles [and beers] once next summer - once is enough!).
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