I played Hindman Park this morning in 97, with nines of 51 and 46. I had 1 par, 11 bogies, 4 doubles, and 2 triples (on the first two holes), and used 31 putts. Near the green on No. 4, I noticed my 8-iron was missing. Fuck. Replacing a Nickent 3DX Pro iron would be nearly impossible. The guy at Rebsamen said, "What? I don't know; can't say that I've seen it. You can look if you want." Son of a bitch, there it was.
Starting about 10:45 p.m., I ran the Gimblett Loop in 47:18, with splits of 9:37. 10:36, 9:29, 9:27 and 8:09; five miles at 9:28 a mile, on a pretty hard course, and without killing myself. And after walking Hindman this morning. This was a pretty good fitness day.
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Maybe you felt the need to redeem yourself from that 97.
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