LAST JULY, AFTER my third round at the Marathon Classic in Toledo, Ohio, I was beating balls on the range when my husband, Gerrod, came over and started giving me a hard time.
Fair enough, since I was six months pregnant and 11 strokes off the lead. But I’d just shot my second straight over-par round and wasn’t too happy with myself.
“Tomorrow’s your last round for a while,” Gerrod said.
“I know,” I replied. “But I still want to play good.”
I went out on Sunday and shot 66. The competitive side has always been there for me, and I didn’t expect that to change after becoming a mother. But you never know until it happens. By that point, even though I felt pretty good for most of my pregnancy, I was getting more tired, more quickly. I was getting tired of my short game, too: Chipping and putting had proved to be the biggest problems with a belly, as getting your arms farther from your body changes all your angles.
Diese Geschichte stammt aus der May 2019-Ausgabe von Golf Magazine.
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