It may have had something to do with my last dismal performance at hitting a golf ball. I now had 3 golf instructors - the entire Nguyen family minus worker-bee Lamie. They tried very hard, with feedback that went in one ear, and out the other. Despite all of this personalized instruction, I continued to happily hit "air balls", daydream about skating or biking or running or swimming or anything with "real" endorphins....until FINALLY - it was time to eat! It's all good. Training for treats and hangin' with great friends is the best part of ANY activity (especially golf!).
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