My exceptionally smart arse decides to play a round of golf on Saturday. What the hell, the wife is doing things with the in-laws and I have the day to myself. I’m gonna go play some small ball. Maybe hit the driving range and play 9 holes. It’s about 87 degrees at 10 am, lets head out.
After some errands I get to the course about 11:00 and put my name in on the walk on list. I have about an hour until tee off so I hit a small bucket.
We tee off about 12:15, me and three others riding. I had the bright idea to walk and carry 18 instead of 9 (like I usually do). Sure, I’ll get some exercise.
By the time I walked up to the tee on 15, my kitty cat was crying! Difficult course, a lot of hills, and long par 4’s and longer 5’s. The heat index got up to about 100 with the humidity and 4 liters of water didn’t help the salt loss as I tried to hide the leg cramps I was starting to get finishing up on 17. I got home afterwards and my legs seized up on me like nothing ever before.
Scared the bejebus out of my wife, lol. I tried to tell her it was just leg cramps and that they would pass in a few minutes. About an hour actually.
Afterward I weighed my bag to see what I was carrying, 22 pounds. I don’t consider myself that out of shape but them 22 pounds kicked my arse in about 3 and half hours.
So, when did you realize you weren’t "young" anymore?