Yesterday I managed my best performance ever in a round of disk golf (that’s the kind where you throw frisbees into baskets). I actually finished all 18 holes. I’ve never done that before. I’ve always collapsed wheezing and shaking with exhaustion somewhere in the middle.
Of course, it was the least atheletic of all the full-sized golf courses we go to — with only one notable hill to climb. Still, the last time I tried this course I only managed 11 holes, and the time before that about 8. So, go me!
This makes up somewhat for the fact that the family greeted the New Year with a round of stomach flu, and when 2012 arrived I was curled into a ball moaning instead of celebrating. Everyone else in the house followed suit a couple days later. Um, yeah, great way to start the new year. Luckily I don’t believe in omens. I think that I was out of bed and finishing a round of disk golf less than a week later, is far more indicative of how 2012 is going to go, than what I coincidentally happened to be doing when it arrived is. I’m pretty tired today, though.
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