So, the other day, I was just scrolling, you know, killing time, and I kept bumping into posts and videos about this golfer, Hailey Ostrom. Never really followed women’s golf super closely before, but her name popped up a few times.
Got me curious. I started looking her up a bit more. Watched some swing clips, saw some pictures from tournaments or practice rounds. She seems pretty dedicated, works hard at her game, which I respect. It wasn’t like I was trying to become a super fan or anything, just got drawn into looking at her journey a bit.
Then it hit me. My own golf clubs have been collecting dust in the garage for, well, too long. Seeing her out there grinding made me think, “Man, I used to enjoy hitting balls.” So, I decided, why not? Let’s see if I can shake off some rust.
Trying to Get Back Into It
I dug out my old clubs. Found my glove, felt stiff. Headed over to the local driving range. First few swings? Terrible. Like, embarrassingly bad. Topped a few, sliced one almost into the next bay. Felt like a total beginner again.
I tried to remember some of the smooth tempo I saw in those clips of Hailey. Not trying to copy her exactly, obviously, our swings are worlds apart, but just the idea of rhythm. Focused on just making contact first. Didn’t worry about distance.
- Slow backswing.
- Pause (or try to).
- Swing through.
Took a lot of swings. Some felt okay, most were still pretty rough. It’s frustrating, golf. You think you remember how to do it, but your body forgets. You need reps. Lots of reps.
I didn’t suddenly find the secret or anything. Didn’t start hitting it pure like a pro. That wasn’t really the point anyway. It was more about just doing it. Getting out there, swinging the club, feeling that thwack when you occasionally hit one right.
So, what happened in the end? Well, I hit a bucket of balls. My hands hurt a bit. My back was okay, surprisingly. Didn’t magically become a better golfer. But, it felt good to actually do something I used to enjoy, instead of just thinking about it. Seeing Hailey Ostrom’s stuff online was just the little nudge I needed to get off the couch and dust off the clubs. Sometimes that’s all it takes, you know? Just a little random spark. Now I gotta decide if I’m gonna go back next week.
