I once played on a fall afternoon on a nearly empty golf course. I wanted to play fast, play 18, and I didn’t mind spending an extra $7, so I grabbed a cart. I played the front 9 in 55 minutes and 11 over, not as well as I feel I should have played.
My wife says I deserved it. Walking is better for you. (I also played from the back tees and it was really windy, and I hadn’t played in two weeks, mind you.) While I struck the ball really, really well, my putting was atrocious.
Often, I could feel the motor in my heart trying to keep pace with the motor of the golf cart. It certainly doesn’t help trying to read greens. I couldn’t slow down. I hit putts 6 feet short of the hole, then 8 feet past.
I didn’t particularly enjoy the round, even though I was missing out on work to golf. Normally, I’m anti-cart. Now I know why.
What I learned … it’s hard to enjoy life if you are always in the fast lane.