On 6 January 2017, I embarked on a quest to get my handicap from 17 to 12 in a year. Today, two years, four months and sixteen days later, I achieved it. What is the secret to my not-so-lightning...
Finally, after a scrappy round full of magic and horrors, I get a handicap cut! I play off a glorious 15! Still far from my goal, but still!
When I decided to get down to a 12 handicap, I was hoping to play off 14 in the summer. I'm so inconsistent that I'm still stuck at 16, and that's ok(ish).
Now that I seem to be over my really really ugly golf period, I must resist the temptation to go back to overanalysing the game and trust my golf brain.
Golf crisis update: I still can't play, but I've made progress in understanding how to change my mindset. Enter automatic golf.
My golf is broken so I'm taking a break. According to Anthony, books and every golfers' forum I've been on, I have a mindset problem.
Bunkers are my nemesis, but Anthony's top tips on positioning and using the bounce of the club have been helpful.
I lose my 9 iron and I find a bee, which I take as a sign that I need a whole new set of animal-themed irons. I'm very good at interpreting signs.
How's that for a great idea? Using statistics to analyse my putting and completely overhaul my technique just before a match. Cheers Anthony.
After 12 weeks of working on my swing, I play in my first competition and I get my first handicap cut. I now play off 16 and Anthony is £50 richer. Yay!