from today. the heat is sneaky here. sometimes the sun doesn't feel that hot when you start, but the next thing you know you're sweating profusely and getting fucking cooked, and not in a good way. every time i finish 3-4 hours of practice and/or play even with sunscreen slathered all over me, i feel scorched for the rest of the day and evening.
if we can't change our flight, this was my last day of membership. hopefully, that won't be the case because i've really been getting in a good groove of plastic. i initially planned to play 18 holes every chance i got, but i soon decided that my skill level requires practice and lessons much more than destroying fairways with my divots.
hoyo 4, 164 yard par 3 (white): the last two times i've played it i hit beautiful, towering iron shots to dead center on the green. today i still managed to three putt. the green slopes sharply from front to back, and as i've mentioned several times, these greens are much faster than those where i play in oregon. the other thing that made me feel good today, which is probably nothing for the better players, is that i had decided the last time i played it that 7 iron was the right club. and it was. dead center. today the wind was blowing pretty strongly into my face and i had already pulled the 7 and was at address and noticed the big gust and backed off, switched to the 6 and hit it almost in the exact same spot. anyway, it's the kind of decisionmaking that wouldn't necessarily occurred to a couple months ago because io wouldn't have been confident enough in my ballstriking.
hoyo 6: 539 yard par 5
the front 9 is definitely the easier of the 2 for me. it's more wide open and flat, though there is a lot of water. the back 9 is pretty rugged and narrow with awful rough and ravines everywhere.
hoyo 9: 381 yard par 4
i played this one in the dark the other night (well, some illumination from street lights to the right) and sliced my drive into the rough and then hit a perfect 15* hybrid onto the green.
kids golf school. since only the rich people in a predominantly poor country can join this club, these kids have all the nicest clothes and gear and time to practice. i have to say it's a little disheartening at times to watch 10 and 12 year olds hit it almost as far as i do, but with great form and a totally relaxed swing. whoever was distinguishing between speed and rhythm earlier is dead on. rhythm is what i've been focusing on really hard. unfortunately, i still have a tendency to get like the bull when he sees the red cape and just try to kill the ball.
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