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Pretty tired coming home. Remarked to Rhonda that 10 years ago we would have gone for a 50 mile bike ride on returning from an event that early, and we agreed that we certainly didn't want to do that this time. Unpacked the car and contemplated lots of other things that needed doing, but then I had a call from my neighbor Tom, inviting me to play golf. I have been putting him off for more than a year, so resolved to try.
It didn't turn out well. I hit a half bucket of balls and didn't get one of them more than about 2 feet off the ground, or hit any of them straight. Once we were playing, I actually hit some ok shots, mixed in with some real stinkers, but it didn't feel good on my elbow (braced), lower back or right hip. I hit my best shot on the 7th, a drive of 280, in the fairway, but I could feel it deep in my hip, and I took the next hole off. I did string 6 bogeys together, which was pretty remarkable given that I seemed to have at least one shot each hole that made no appreciable forward progress.
I won't be playing again for a while, but I guess I can count it as rogaine practice.