Finding My Swing Again

Morning Sanctuary

Finding My Swing Again: A Golfer's Journey Back to Fitness

There’s something almost sacred about those early mornings on the course—the dew sparkling like tiny diamonds, the soft hush of birdsong, and somewhere in the distance, the satisfying thwack of a perfectly struck drive. For years, this was my refuge from the noise of daily life.

Then my body staged a coup.

Silent Surrender

When the Body Says "No''

I never thought golf would leave me. It had been my constant through career detours, family milestones, and the usual highs and lows. But over the past few years, health issues snuck in like uninvited guests at a members-only club. My body started bouncing cheques my enthusiasm couldn’t cover.

When I finally felt ready to return, I pictured a glorious comeback—the kind you see in inspirational sports movies. Cue dramatic music. The hero (me) steps up, takes a deep breath, and unleashes a majestic drive down the fairway.

Reality had… other plans.

My swing felt like it belonged to someone else. My shoulders protested like a toddler denied candy. My back? Let’s just say it offered some strong opinions. The ball dribbled thirty humiliating yards into the rough. I stood there, club in hand, facing an ugly truth:

Loving golf wasn’t enough. My body wasn’t ready.

Humble Recovery

The Humbling Path Back

That day wasn’t a defeat—it was the first step of a new journey. Not just back to golf, but back to myself.

I’d always taken for granted that I could grab my clubs and hit the course whenever I wanted. Now I knew better. Playing golf is a privilege. And it requires more than desire—it demands preparation.

So, I started small. Really small. Morning stretches that barely qualified as exercise. Short walks that grew longer over time. Gentle strength exercises targeting my core and the rotational muscles golf relies on.

Progress was slow—measured not in birdies but in pain-free swings and newfound mobility. And you know what? That’s okay.

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The Revelation of Stretching (Seriously, It’s a Game-Changer)

If you had told me ten years ago that stretching would be my secret weapon, I would’ve laughed (and maybe offered you my beer). But it’s true. For those of us with a few miles on the odometer, stretching isn’t just helpful—it’s essential.

A golf swing is sneakily one of the most demanding movements in sports. Flexibility, balance, strength, and coordination all working across multiple planes of motion. Basically, it’s yoga with a titanium driver.

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An Invitation

If you’re reading this and thinking, Yep, that’s me, here’s my advice: start where you are. Not where you were at your peak. Not where you wish you could be. Just… here.

Start with a few stretches. Take short, gentle walks. Listen to your body. Be patient.

The best round I’ve played since my comeback wasn’t my lowest score. It was the first round I finished without pain. I walked off the 18th green knowing I could play again tomorrow. And that freedom? That possibility? It’s priceless.

The fairways haven’t changed. The greens are still tricky. But I have changed—grateful, attentive, and fully committed to keeping my body ready for the game I love.

So, the next time I tee it up at sunrise, I won’t take a single swing for granted. And neither should you.

More Than Just the Game

As I reclaimed my swing, I gained something deeper. Awareness.

Now, when I step up to the ball, I feel my feet grounded to the earth. I notice the subtle engagement of my muscles. I appreciate movement itself, not just what shows up on the scorecard.

Golf has always connected me to nature, tradition, and friends. Now it connects me to myself. And trust me—when you’ve been sidelined, that connection feels like winning the Masters (or at least your club’s Saturday scramble).