My Road to Senior Golf - The First Step
Lying in the snow in Mammoth I had my Aha moment.
I knew that if I wanted to be successful on my return to competitive golf some things were going to have to change.
I really needed to get in better shape so I could swing well, but also so I could play 4-6 days in a row without my performance declining.
But first, I had a trip to Memphis for a friend’s 50th birthday celebration.
Those of you who know me won’t be surprised to hear that I love BBQ and live music.
Memphis was like living a dream.
We went to a different BBQ joint each day; Central Barbecue was the consensus winner. We stayed up late enjoying live music, great drinks, and the company of friends.
On the third day we toured Graceland, as we walked through the King’s home I was struck by how modest the place was.
As the tour progressed, we ended up in his trophy room.
The walls were lined with platinum records, movie posters, and memorabilia. I have never been a huge Elvis fan, but the things he did in his 42 years on this planet are truly astounding.
For a 20 year span, he dominated music and Hollywood like no one before or since.
Near the end of the tour I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror.
Red faced and sweating I was looking far too much like fat Elvis. The world was sending me another message; time to get busy.
When I got back to Santa Barbara, I called a neighbor and asked her if she’d take me to work out. She had asked me at a New Year’s Eve Party to start working out with her; I had told her absolutely not that evening. Now I was ready.
I emailed Bob Wilcher of Killer B Fitness to set up my initial session in February of 2015.
With the help of supportive neighbors who picked me up on their way, I began attending the 6AM class.
Since 1st grade, when I got moved into a 3rd grade math class I have prided myself on being advanced. On my baseline fitness at Killer B, I found out that at the age of 47 I have the body and conditioning of an 80 year old.
The first month, I went twice a week and was crippled the rest of the week.
In the second month, I progressed to 3 times a week and walked with a constant limp.
In the third month, I got sick and missed 2 weeks and had to start over.
The fourth and fifth month I started gaining steam, I increased to 4 days a week and was starting to see improvement.
Even when I was young and active, exercise never gave me that flood of endorphins that made me feel great.
Working out was a means to an end, I did it to improve performance. Unfortunately, that is still the case.
I don’t feel great during or after workouts.
I do notice little things like being able to stand up without my back grabbing, being less tired during the day, and being able to pick things up without needing help.
I have now nearly doubled my performance on the baseline test. Things are moving in the right direction.