I was at 3-over par after 11 holes on the par-70 course at Burns Park (the more familiar one). I scored a 39 on the front, parred No. 10, then hit an 18-foot putt for birdie on No. 11, and thought, "Fuck. What if I break 80 playing by myself?" I guess I'd treat it like a hole-in-one and not tell anyone until I repeated it with witnesses. That concern doesn't apply to today; I played the final seven holes 11-over to finish with an 84. I had 1 birdie, 6 pars, 7 bogies and 4 doubles, and used 31 putts.
I didn't like the way I felt doing intervals tonight so I quit doing them after a mile. I completed the Levy Loop in 22:32, with a half mile up in 5:48, a mile of intervals in 10:37, and a half mile down in 6:07. Oh well, fuck it. I had a 39 for the front nine on the Burns Park Tournament Course (I hit the green on No. 1 with a pitching wedge but three-putted for bogey; hit the green on No. 2 and parred; putted from the fringe on No. 3 and saved par from two feet; drove over the water on No. 4 and stopped 47 yards from the pin, bladed my pitch over, pitched back and two putted for bogey; went driver, 7-iron, 9-iron to the front fringe on No. 5, chipped to six feet and putted in what I believe is my first par on that hole; kind of chunked a 9-wood to 120 yards out on No. 6, hit a 9-iron to eight feet and two putted for par; pulled an 8-iron, pitched on and two putted for bogey on No. 7; drove to 170 yards away on No. 8, hit a 7-wood to the fringe, chipped on and two putted for bogey; drove to 40 yards from the pin on No. 9, bladed my pitch over, pitched back from about 20 yards and sunk a six-foot putt to save par and break 40).
Go White Sox.
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