Mental Fatigue Busters

Hello from blustery Castle Rock, Colorado. It’s beginning to feel a lot like winter here. The slopes are getting fresh flakes and I put a fire on this morning I’m getting in to golf. It’s a year-round sport and suits my 50ish body more than the triathlons I used to do. After I drive balls or do the zen challenge of a niner, I’m at peace. I grew up on a golf course and had a strong aversion to golf because of the snooty White elitist (mostly) men. One of those said men threatened to turn my little brother and me in to the police for taking an orphaned ball from the very outskirts of course without permission (we’re talking stuck in the chain-link fence. This ball needed a loving home. I was 10, my brother was 8, and this left a huge impact on me. Who knew a golf would become such a place of peace and love later in my life?