Running for Your Life: Minimalist Golf

An elderly golfer is briskly bag-walking his seven clubs – 3 wood, long iron, 5-iron, 7-iron, 9-iron, wedge and putter –  on his home course, playing his typical 36 holes.

A man half his age drives up in his golf cart, a bag twice as big in the back, and addresses the old fella:

“Say, I hope you don’t mind me asking … but, how old are you?”

“Ninety-two.”

“Seriously? Wow, you look so great. I’d love to look like that when I’m you’re age.”

“You could start right now.”

“No kidding. How?”

“Get out of your cart and start walking.”

This exchange reflects some of what I read in a book by Mark Cucuzzella that has a great title:

“Run for Your Life”

Cucuzzella doesn’t restrict himself to just running tips (Sound familiar?). And in one chapter he talks about how he’s a believer in minimalist golf – as in, just how the 92-year-old plays the game – the old-fashioned way.

I can relate. As a boy I caddied for my dad, carrying his clubs around our city golf links. For me, golf was like the tennis I played (on municipal courts) and street hockey.

Once you got your swing down, the mechanics of compact power, you are off to the links. Playing in soft-soled shoes, hitting the ball true and long and spending time looking at the treetops, the scudding clouds across the sky, as you strided up the course. Hole after sweet-release, energy-fueling hole.

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