Thread by @SentinelVI

Finding Joy in Little Things

Or, a dumb story of what I did this afternoon

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I recently started in the gym, and all around I’m pretty sore - but on my way home from work I decided to head to the driving range and hit some balls. Fuck it, beats sitting in traffic.

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The range kicked my ass. Balance felt out of wack - couldn’t hit my driver for shit. Had a few ok swings but mostly I was just tired out as I got down to the bottom third of my bucket

3/

Decided to take out my lob wedge and try to salvage at least a little bit out of the session. Just take easy swings and focus on accuracy. But after about 10 balls even that seemed like a wash

4/

For my last 20 shots I switched it up. I tried to put myself into critical mode.

I imagined @OfWudan standing behind me, with a gun to my head.

“Hit the ball into the net or I will fucking kill you, worm”

No joke. I focused on this scenario

Swing after swing I kept missing. I was slowly dialing it in, starting to sweat bullets. But nothing. Far left. Short. Far left again. Short again. Right.

6/

Hit one sooooo goddamn close.

“Close won’t stop me from pulling the trigger” said Tate

3 balls left.

2 balls. Shit.

7/

Last ball.

I reset. Walked out of the box to line the shot up. If I miss this, I AM DEAD. Life is over. Tate grinning.

Swing.

Nailed it.

8/

The guy next to me on the row saw me GRINNING ear to ear. I had managed to get deep enough in the scenario that my brain FELT it was real. “Not today motherfucker” as @OfWudan faded away.

Stupid? Maybe - but it was JOY.

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So I just bought a bottle of scotch to celebrate the occasion.

Of successfully chipping a golf ball into a net on a driving range.

Or, of truly doing something as if my life depended on it, and surviving.

Might as well go all out!

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At least 4 FitnessBots have liked the second tweet in this thread. Presumably because I said “just started in the gym”