Put yourself in my shoes. Your struggling. Your swing feels like your unfolding a lawn chair, your brain believes that the only thing it can do is find something to eat, and your aspirations of good golf circle the drain.
You want to be better. You put in some time, but results remain elusive.
Then, a small spark.
Its a glimmer at least, and it can motivate me to sneak out for a quick nine at a mid morning week day when I probably should be working.
Your first hurdle is showing up, your second is convincing yourself that you have the time and the third is to believe in net terms that the experience will be valuable.
However, as I approach the first tee, often in a rush, doubt will inevitably creep in, telling me that I should most likely be somewhere else.
And then I hit my first tee shot deep into the woods.
Enter breakfast ball (aka the only acceptable mulligan).
In a tournament, the breakfast ball is a no go. But this isn’t a tournament. The breakfast ball represents your entire warm up on the range and should be used liberally.
Do not feel bad about it, post your breakfast ball score with pride.
In the pursuit of improvement, justification to carry on may be the only source of motivation we have, so why not use every ounce of it when the week day morning golfing mood strikes.
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