Alright, let’s talk about this whole “grace golfer” thing I’ve been working on. It wasn’t like some big plan, you know? I just got tired of feeling like I was wrestling the club on every swing. Watched myself on video once, looked like I was chopping wood. Not pretty.
So, I decided I needed a change. Smooth things out. Be a bit more… graceful, I guess. First thing I did was head straight to the practice range. No fancy gadgets, just me and a bucket of balls.
I started by trying to swing slower. Like, really slow. Felt super awkward, honestly. Like swinging through molasses. My timing was all over the place. Hit some truly terrible shots. Skulls, chunks, you name it. It was pretty frustrating for a bit there.
What I Focused On
After messing around with just slowing down, I realized it was more about rhythm and sequence. Not just being slow, but being smooth. So I started focusing on a few things:
- The Takeaway: Tried to make it one piece, smooth, no snatching the club back.
- The Transition: This was the big one. Tried to pause, just for a split second it felt like, at the top. Let the club drop instead of hitting from the top.
- Balance: Focused on finishing the swing balanced, facing the target. If I was falling over, something wasn’t smooth.
I spent a lot of time just doing half swings, feeling that transition. Didn’t even care where the ball went initially. Just wanted that feeling of effortless flow, like those old pros you see.
It took a while. Days where I felt like I got it, followed by days where the old jerky swing came right back. Consistency is tough, man. You really gotta stick with it. I wasn’t hitting bombs all of a sudden, sometimes maybe even a bit shorter. But the contact started feeling different. More solid, less forced.
Now, am I the picture of grace on the course? Probably not yet. Still got work to do. But the swing feels less like a fight now. It feels more connected, smoother. And when I catch one right, that feeling… yeah, that’s what keeps me working on it. Trying to be that ‘grace golfer’, one swing at a time.
