Well how could I decide on just one thing? I mean really there was too many juicy options to pick from, I simply had to have them all!
I decided no two shots would be the same.
I would sacrifice the title and let my creativity flourish!
If I wanted to putt with my head I would. If I felt like coming dead last on a hole I would.
Some highlights included…
On hole 9 I stiffened my leg and imagined it was a putter to finish.
I played all of hole 12 with my weaker foot.
I tried a rabona (swing your right foot behind the back of your left foot) on hole 15.
And whilst I did enjoy the non competitive behaviour, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I expected.
Which I think was because I was the only one with this agenda.
Everyone around me was trying to win. So my creative antics were not copied.
Maybe if I had enrolled others on my journey it could’ve amplified my enjoyment?
An unexpected but interesting finding.
