Yesterday I came on the computer to post to this thread and I had no dgcr (was it just me or was everybody going through withdrawls last night?). So tonight I will tell you how I played yesterday.
So I look out the window and notice some of the largest snowflakes I've ever seen - ok, clumps of many snowflakes all stuck together, like small snowballs falling out of the sky. Then it starts snowing harder. So of course I must head out immediately, on a "normal" day I'd grab 3 discs, today I figured, ah what the hell, it's so nice outside let's plan to spend some time out there and enjoy the nice snow. So I grab my entire bag.
Now, the "blue" layout to most is slightly intimidating, it's an 11 hole wooded gauntlet that will tear you apart and make you bleed and probably cry at some point during the round. 350' fairways that are quite rough and could stand to lose a few trees here and there. Normally I'd play it about once a week while sticking to the red tees most of the time, it's one where I'd leave the dog home so he wouldn't get completely matted down with burrs.
I'd been avoiding it for 6 months since I broke my foot, But today for some reason, the wear of climbing up and down a ladder 30 times on atrophied muscles paired with the draw of a grueling hike through 6 inches of snow, the blue tees were calling my name. By the time I got to hole 1, I could barely make out the basket through the snow. The pictures here show the white tee, I made my way from this point down the hill to the blue tee.
By the time I finished hole two I was already having the conversation with myself "I could switch to the red tees on this hole, or the next hole..." but whatever craziness was driving me that day, wasn't going to let me quit. It was nearly done snowing by hole 3 and I had parred (3) the first 3 holes.
A 4 save on hole 4 with a pair of thumbers to recover after a poor drive.
I got to hole 5 and became "that guy" you know, that punk kid who sees a line through the trees he wants to play so he rips down a few branches and bushes. Yeah, that was me, I saw a line on hole 5 that gave a cool shot to the hole, so I broke **** until the line was open.
I nailed the gap off the tee with not quite enough turn on my beat teebird it caught the trees on the left around 70 feet short. A jump shot line presented itself, and I gave it a chance, just short.
From there I think I bogeyed everything else, and had a constant argument with some voice of sanity inside myself that kept telling me to give up on the blue layout, but I played every blue tee out there.
Exhausted I crashed onto the couch to type this story ^ to DGCR, but the damn website was down. And my gf wouldn't understand, no sympathy " oh it's just disc golf, why are you so tired? you did it to yourself" F yeah I did it to myself, not I cannot move, I will not get off the couch, no I'm not going to do the laundry or wash the dishes I cannot move!
I get no pity for my broken foot any more, which most of the time I appreciate - I don't need people coddling me, I can push myself pretty hard these days and make it nearly everywhere I could before the injury, it just takes twice as long and three times as much energy, I might be tired after 4 hours straight where I used to go 12 hours no problem. But come on, every once in a while, I deserve a little pity party too, my foot is broken, my muscles are atrophied, my joints hurt like crazy and I still experience significant pain every step that I take.
Yes I had a great round today.