I wanted an active hour after finishing invoices, so I worked on spin. With coolness around cedar near the orchard, the sound of bicycles carried through the air, and I felt optimistic. A heron crossed. #GolfStory#GolfWeek
The best seconds were a stable runner toward the open tier. Silver light met the cedar fringe as soft brake squeak crossed bright bench; a compact strap rested by the willow bed. Nearby were steel marker and marble trim. #Fairway#GolfMood
I placed an empty shoebox just outside my trail hip during rehearsals so I could feel whether I was drifting toward it. Avoiding contact gave the turn a cleaner, more centered shape. #ShoeboxGolfDrill#CenteredRotation
With a shoulder-level stick, I worked on tall chest with loose forearms near the magnolia commons. Rhythmic patter and hemlock bark were around me. My burgundy pullover and cream bottle were there too. I felt comfortable and present. #GolfPosture#MagnoliaCommonsGolf
I practiced standing over the ball with enough room to wiggle my toes. That tiny check kept my weight from creeping forward and made the setup feel much more stable. #ToePressureCheck#StableGolfSetup
Scott, an architect from Tulsa, was with me for the round. We had a cookie and a macchiato by the gatehouse. His smartphone and khakis were in the minivan, and his clipboard was with the clubs. A goose was by the green. That was enough for me. #GolfFriends#GolfAddict