Okay, so yesterday I did this crazy thing – I played 100 holes of golf in a single day. Yeah, you heard that right, 100! It sounded insane even to me when I first thought of it, but I was itching for a challenge, and, well, here we are.
Getting Started (Like, Really Early)
First things first, I woke up before the sun even considered rising. I’m talking 4:30 AM. I chugged some coffee, scarfed down a banana, and headed out to the course. It was still dark, and the only other people around were the grounds crew. They probably thought I was nuts.
The First 18 (and the Second…and the Third…)
I teed off right as the sky started to lighten. The first 18 holes? Felt amazing. I was fresh, energized, and hitting the ball pretty well. I even managed a birdie on the 5th! I finished that first round, grabbed a quick snack (another banana, naturally), and jumped right back in.
The next few rounds kind of blended together. I was playing fast, trying to beat the heat and the crowds. I think I played through at least three foursomes who were probably wondering what my deal was. My score wasn’t exactly stellar, but I wasn’t really keeping track. It was all about endurance at this point.
The Wall (and How I Hit It)
Around hole 60 or so, I hit a wall. Hard. My feet were killing me, my back was aching, and I could barely grip the club. I started slicing the ball all over the place, and I swear I lost at least a dozen balls in the woods. I seriously considered quitting.
- My feet! Oh, the blisters.
- Back pain. So much back pain.
- Sunscreen? I applied it like five times, but I still got burned.
- So. Many. Swings.
Pushing Through
But, I’m stubborn. I took a longer break, ate a sandwich, drank a ton of water, and popped some ibuprofen. I figured I’d come this far, might as well finish. The next 20 holes were a blur of bogeys and double bogeys, but I kept moving.
The Final Stretch (and Sweet, Sweet Relief)
As I approached the final 18, something weird happened. I got a second wind. Maybe it was the thought of finally being done, maybe it was the extra sugar I consumed, but I started playing better again. I even parred a few holes! The sun was setting as I tapped in my final putt on hole 100.
I limped back to the clubhouse, barely able to stand. I grabbed the biggest soda they had, sat down, and just stared at the course. I was exhausted, sore, and probably a little delirious, but I did it. 100 holes of golf. I don’t know if I’ll ever do it again, but it’s definitely a story I’ll be telling for a while.