Getting Through the Golf Swing

Last Saturday, my dad, brother and I hit the links at Cobblestone Golf Course in Acworth. It was an absolutely gorgeous day to spend 4 hours outside chasing little white balls all over creation. As my dad says, "You can't beat it, we can't repeat it!"

Each golf season I get out to the course for about 5 rounds. I'm usually a poor-to-mediocre golfer who tries to shoot Bogey-ball, equaling a score of 90. Normally, I miss that goal and wind up in the high 90s. Last year I was even worse, mainly because of my fitness. My posture in the stance was terrible because I was carrying so much weight around my midsection. I had to reach down to the ball at the waist as opposed to being in a nice, balanced position a bit more upright. My core and leg strength was nonexistent so I would tire quickly. Lastly, my gut flat out just got in the way of my swing; it was hard to get through my downswing with a keg nestled beneath my shirt and I couldn't turn because I didn't have any flexibility in my core. Needless to say, I didn't hit many good shots and I didn't have a ton of fun last summer on the course.

Fast-forward to Saturday. Holy cow, what a difference! I've got a long ways to go before my gut is completely gone, but the improvements I've made since January are definitely noticeable when I swing a club. Not saying I lit up the scorecard (hello, 103!), but I could actually "get through the swing." My stamina was noticably improved. Last summer I would have struggled to make contact from fatigue later in the round. On holes 17 and 18 this Saturday, I took my backswing back further than I had all day. My torso flexibility was better than I was giving myself credit for through the first 16 holes. Man, did those last two drives soar!

SIU really is making my quality of life better and more enjoyable, even if I was muttering curse words under my breath at Ryan this morning for adding the last set of exercises. For example, I was able to meander around Philly with college friends last month without bitching and moaning about how out of shape I was. Now SIU is helping me – indirectly – with my golf game. Who can complain about that?