I've always hated golf, but I got a set of clubs over the weekend since my dad decided I need to develop a talent and since I never turn down anything that he'll buy for me. I haven't golfed or anything in three years, though, so when I came home to try to smash some balls into this pond (swamp, really, but I like to make it sound a little more idyllic than it is) behind my house, I just smashed a bunch of grass and dirt. I then went to the driving range and did the same thing there. I realized that this was the cause of my major back pain (which I was thinking must be my wickedly curved spine or something), which gives an idea of the level of rigorous exercise I engage in regularly. I think I need to sign up for lessons or something, which is kind of a downer since it makes me feel even more childish.
-Derek