I guess I don't really subscribe to the philosophy of resting up on the weekend. At least not these days. It seems I am constantly trying to see how much I can pack into a 24 hr. weekend day. I guess it is fun that way....but it sure does make the time fly. Let just look at yesterday as an example.
Prairie View Golf
A group of us are playing every morning during this holiday break. It is kind of a tournament of sorts, with a dummy trophy going to the winner. So at 7:48 am, we tee'd off with fog covering the course like a blanket.
Prairie View is one of the better courses in Indiana. I believe it is the only Robert Trent Jones Jr. track in the Hoosier state. However, it might be my least favorite course with 100 miles. I swear Mr. Jones must have had a wicked slice, cause the entire course is laid out for a banana ball of the tee. The exact opposite of my ball flight....so that makes for a long day...and it was....shot a 94; fought to get that. 94 - incredible and ouch!
Monon Trail
After a horrific experience on the course, I could think of nothing better to do than drive over to the monon trailing and getting in my 13 mile run for the weekend. Sounds good!!! It would give me a chance to blow off a little steam, right? Problem is, I was mixing bad elements; hindering a good run. First of all, an hour before, I had a bud light (hey...the gentlemen with the best round of the day had to buy a round...can't really refuse that), a chicken wrap, and some frites....let alone 18 holes of what I would call hell. Mix that with 90 degree, good Indiana August humidity, and limited water stations - and that is a cocktail for disaster. But the monon was great (15 miles of paved path starting in Carmel and going to downtown Indy - that formerly was a railway) and I survived my stupidity.
US Nationals
I guess it was now time to relax with some top fuel cars that moozey down a straightway at 330 mph. I think more impressive than the speed and the sounds is the raw power. Your body litterly shakes as these beast jet by you. It is quite an experience that everyone should witness at least once.
Karaoke
And what would an evening be without a little karaoke to top it off.....right? I probably haven't done this in 6 years years or so...and I know then I did not sing. However, I met my boy Aman and crew out, first in fountain square for a little vino and then off to some joint called Olly's. Wow! I must admit that it was fun. I feel sorry for all those that had to hear my shaky voice (especially, Aman, Beth, Kim, and Susan).....but I guess that is the point. Here is Susan (with a local karaoke star - lets call me JT), Aman's wife, really embracing the experience (it was her first).
Well, it is 8am again, and time to get back to the course. Looking for a sub 80 score today, just save face. We are playing a place call Plum Creek. Immediately after that round, I will race over to GCI to get another 18 in, then off to dinner with friends. Guess today will go just as fast as yesterday. Should be fun.
