After The Masters this year, I sort of got it in my head that I wanted to take up golf. So naturally, the boy seized the opportunity to actually go and play a little golf with me in tow. We went to a pitch and putt in Los Feliz and tried our hands at 9 holes.
I was not very good, and I also found myself incredibly self-conscious – Like I was back in P.E. class hoping no one could see me struggle. Some French tourists asked us if we wanted to play with them and I said a big No Thank You to that. (They brought their own clubs, so it seemed pretty obvious we’d be out of their league.) But by the 3rd hole I was doing better. I was actually hitting the ball and even having quite a bit of fun.
Also, there were quite a few very friendly lizzards on the green. I see this as an additional plus.