Okay, let me tell you about the day I shot my lowest golf score ever. It wasn’t like I woke up thinking, “Today’s the day!” Not at all.
I got to the course pretty early, just wanted to hit a few balls, loosen up. Didn’t do anything crazy different in my warm-up. Just went through my usual routine. Maybe felt a little less tense than usual, who knows? Grabbed my stuff, headed to the first tee.
The Round Started
The first few holes were… fine. Nothing spectacular, you know? Made a couple of pars, maybe a bogey. Just solid golf, keeping the ball in play mostly. Didn’t try to kill it off the tee, just focused on making good contact. It felt kinda smooth.
Then, around the 5th or 6th hole, something clicked. I hit a really pure iron shot onto the green. It just felt right coming off the club. Sank the putt for birdie. That felt good, gave me a little boost.
Getting into a Groove
After that, I just sort of got into this rhythm. I wasn’t really thinking too hard about my swing or the score. It was more like I was just… playing. Seeing the shot, feeling the swing, and hitting the ball. My drives were finding fairways, my irons were mostly hitting greens, or at least getting close.
- Kept the ball in front of me.
- Avoided big mistakes, like penalty strokes or hitting it out of bounds.
- Made a few putts, didn’t three-putt much which is huge for me.
Honestly, I tried hard not to think about the score. Sometimes when I know I’m playing well, I tense up. So I just focused on the next shot. That was the mantra: “Just focus on this shot.”
The Back Nine Push
Made the turn and realized I was playing pretty well. Had that moment of “Okay, don’t mess this up now.” But I managed to push that thought away. Had a bit of a wobble on the 12th, hit a poor tee shot, had to scramble just to make bogey. But instead of letting it derail me, I just walked to the next tee and reset.
The next few holes were a blur of pars. Just hitting fairways, hitting greens, two-putting. Boring golf is good golf sometimes, right? I remember hitting a great approach on 16, left myself maybe 8 feet for birdie. Made it. That’s when I kinda knew something special might be happening, but I still tried not to count.
Finishing Strong
Standing on the 18th tee, I knew I was close to my best score ever. Felt a little nervous, not gonna lie. Just told myself, “One more good drive.” Hit a decent one, found the fairway. The approach shot wasn’t my best, left it short of the green. Okay, gotta chip and putt. Hit a decent chip, left about a 4-footer for par to break my record.
Lined it up. Took a breath. Just focused on making a good stroke. Hit it… and it dropped right in the center. Felt amazing. Just a huge sense of relief and accomplishment.
Looked at the scorecard properly for the first time. Yep, lowest score ever. By a couple of shots. It wasn’t magic, really. Just a day where things clicked, I stayed out of my own head, and avoided the big disasters. Felt awesome, though. Still remember that feeling.
