Well, although I have been in Miami for a week now, I have not been able to find a minute to spare to write. I've been up to my eyeballs in golfing and I'm not going to lie to you...it has broken me down like a cheap suitcase!
Imagine the scene: Three seasoned golfers (and by seasoned, I mean having played golf at all during the last 20 years) taking me...a girly-girl who doesn't care much for the heat unless there's a pool nearby...golfing for three days. I'll just tell you right now it isn't a pretty sight.
Day one found us getting up early to head out to the golf course. I can't tell you how many holes I played because I skipped so many. And around hole 14, I HIT A WALL. Yep...there was no food in the cart, it was hot and we didn't get finished playing until 3. Didn't eat until 4. It wasn't a good day for me.
I think these babies wanted food.
(NO...I'm not really smoking. It just looked like a good photo opp.)
Day two found us getting up to meet our fishing guide at 7 a.m. CRAP! But I was prepared for Day two. I had food, drinks and some reading material...I was set! I actually caught the first fish...
That night, however, I had to plan for the next day's golfing adventure. First and foremost, I was going to dress cute. Because dressing cute trumps EVERYTHING ELSE. Next, I would make sure I had some food in that cart so I didn't hit the wall again. And finally, I was determined to either play a scramble with Hubby or only attempt to play nine holes. As fate would have it, deciding to play only nine holes would not be an issue as I learned what "turtle-back" green were (sigh...). ALL of the greens on this course were humped up and hills...thus the name "turtle-backs". I'll admit it was pretty frustrating but the weather was nice and cool because of the wind AND I knew when to throw the towel in for the day. After nine holes, I sat in the cart and read a magazine I had picked up in the ladies locker room.
After our second day of golf, I didn't feel like was a better golfer but I felt like I had survived better that day.
We had one day of golf left and I was pretty much done. Let's face it, one day of golf for a non-golfer is a lot. For everyone involved. However, I must say that everyone in my group was very encouraging and positive. Heck, someone had to be positive because I sure wasn't!
The plan for me this third day would be the same; I would not push myself to the point of frustration or exhaustion. The weather was still windy and nice and we decided to play later in the day, teeing off at 2 p.m. THIS, I found did the trick! It was later in the day, I had eaten two meals and actually had the stamina to play 17 holes. OH...trust me it started off rough again for me, but as the afternoon went on I found I didn't actually HATE golf any more.
Our friends left Tuesday morning and I woke up and stepped out onto our balcony to this beautiful view...