Entering a new stage in my life academically and athletically, I was still searching for answers. The love I had always had for certain sports was beginning to fade entering the most important athletic time period of my life - high school. Baseball, a sport I grew up loving with my dad, cousins, and uncles, felt more like a chore to play now, rather than playing it for the love of the game. Similarly, as my soccer skills fell behind my peers, the passion I had carried for that sport since 2nd grade died rather quickly too.
As I was nearing high school in 7th grade, the game of golf was introduced to me. I spent fall evenings with my friends slowly getting better, teaching myself how to master an unmasterable craft. It became an addiction. Spending early mornings and late nights on the course, range, and putting green instilled the passion for sports that I had started to lose. During the summer before 8th grade, it felt like every single day a golf club was in my hand. The pain of the blisters from the gloves was a feeling I would die with if it meant I got to play the game with which I was quickly falling in love. Every minute spent on the golf course felt like time stood still. The hours I spent playing baseball and soccer was time in my life that I wish I had gotten back, but not golf. Losing track of time and everything else on my mind built a sense of passion back into everything I did in life. It felt like I had a purpose to serve and a goal to achieve. Golf improved aspects of my life such as relationships with my friends and family, my love of athletics, and my focus on life goals. Golf slowly began to build bridges for me and my future that I could not even fathom just a few summers ago.
The game of golf is so mentally challenging that you often lose track of time in the moment. It brought me back to my childhood routine of reading books daily. Losing track of time on the golf course, similar to reading a book, is essential to grow your game and develop your work ethic. Any minor hiccup can ruin your day. I learned how to expand my mental toughness even outside of just sports. Checking your phone once before your round, then realizing you’re already eight holes deep is a sign of how much you care. I’ve been guilty of that feeling a few hundred times since I started taking the game religiously.
I made the golf team my 8th grade year, and it’s been the best experience I could hope for. I learned a lot from solo tournaments, and from competing with my team. Fast forward five years, and I’ve finished my senior season as captain, yet am still in search of how to master the game. What was once a sport I looked down upon has turned into an addiction. I can surely say that all of my success and drive can directly relate back to that summer before high school. Hours upon hours, days upon days, and it still felt like time was standing still. I take pride in every minute I’ve spent on the golf course, and every minute that seemed to slip away into time.