A late afternoon on the golf course, both good and bad. The golf was unusually and unexpectedly good, even par for the 10 holes I had time for. Reason and experience say that will be the best this year, all downhill now, but a good day is still a good day.
And the bad? Walking briskly to get in as many holes as possible, by the 6th my hamstring was acting up. The pace slowed to a stroll, but it is still irritated and I am still annoyed. Thought I was making really good progress. Meanwhile the Achilles is just a little sore, and the calf not at all. Who knows what will come next, but at this point I may be available for anyone wanting a guided 3-hour walk around the Billygoat.