Don’t be a wimp – play golf the way it was meant to be played

Taking advantage of an absolutely gorgeous day (read 70 and sunny), I managed my first golf outing of the year this week. Even though I felt like auctioning off my clubs after the first hole (and almost each one thereafter), I had a pretty good time . . . and actually got a decent workout.

Huh? Did he say “workout” and “golf” in the same sentence??? Just like I make softball a workout for myself, I ensure that my golf outings aren’t lazy drunken debacles. Some of that is by design; some of that is by virtue of my amazing lack of skill.

We unskilled golfers who just love the game for the sake of the game know and fully understand one of golf’s unspoken truths: Bad golfers get more exercise. Between walking a zigzag pattern down the fairway, hunting for balls in other fairways or out of bounds, and taking more than a par’s worth of swings, a lousy golfer is certainly working harder on the course than a scratch or other low-handicap golfer. But, it’s that PGA-material shot that you can pull off only 10% of the time that makes the game all worthwhile.

The particular course I played is a beautiful, wooded course with a layout that creates a significant amount of distance between several of the holes. The actual yardage of the holes alone (from the second tee’s, not the lady’s tees) is 5463 yards, which amounts to roughly 3.1 miles (if you play straight down the fairway). By no means is that a long course, by golf course standards, but it’s the between-holes walking that make it a trip. I don’t even dare estimate how much further I walked, but it was a decent distance.

As you are probably guessing, I’m not a golf cart kind of guy. In fact, I am quite opposed to golf carts and actually snicker under my breath at those who can’t fathom golfing a round without one. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve golfed with a cart, and that number doesn’t grow very quickly.

  • For the 70-year-old with a hip replacement who is addicted to golf . . . great, you, sir, deserve a cart.
  • For the typical American guy with no major medical crises . . . you may, in fact, need the exercise.

There are a few flavors of golf, depending on the level of fitness one is willing to incorporate into his (or her) game (in ascending order):

  • Golf cart – minimal walking, only as far as the cart won’t allow one to get to certain areas of the course. Don’t pat yourself on the back at the end of the day for getting your exercise – you just did the equivalent of a day at the driving range.
  • Remote cart – what in the world are these things? I could not believe my eyes when I first saw one of these. Only in America, I thought. I’ve gotta know – does the value of the satisfaction of owning one of those come anywhere close to what it costs to have one? These carts actually give the sport a lazy name.
  • Caddy – same as the remote cart. Must be nice. I wouldn’t want the poor thing cringing at my shots all day.
  • Push cart – decent, but still taking the easy way out. To me, any one who thinks they’re fit enough to swing a golf club at least 70 times should at least be able to push a cart for a few miles.
  • Carry your own clubs – the way golf was meant to be played. Here’s a calculator to help you estimate how many calories/hour you would burn while carrying your own clubs while golfing. My golf bag with clubs weighs 21 pounds, hardly a strain on any one.

Give it a whirl – make your next golf outing a bonus addition to your fitness plan. It still amazes me that people are willing to pay to exercise in a sweaty, unsanitary gym and then also pay to avoid exercise on a beautiful golf course. Think of how easy it would be to satisfy exercise requirements by putting in a couple rounds of golf weekly – on foot.

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One Response to “Don’t be a wimp – play golf the way it was meant to be played”

  1. Hey there, great blog I really like your posts they’re informative and entertaining. And as for this one, I completely agree with you. I always carry my own clubs when I golf. At the end of 18 holes it’s a little tiring, but that’s the point right?

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