I tried to throw a ball recently and got a shock as it didn't go as expected.
In my younger days, I could throw a ball a healthy distance. However, my recent attempt was pathetic, and I was glad that nobody was around to see my feeble effort.
Time waits for no one -- especially for old golfers.
Finely tuned muscles which were once tight and strong don't stay that way.
I look in the mirror and expect to always see the 25-year-old I once was but, alas, the distribution of muscle lumps and bumps have moved downwards.
Just like a new car, whereby the suspension is great for the first few months yet 'slowly but surely' the ride gets rougher.
And that lovely new showroom smell is mysteriously replaced with a bit of a whiff after several hundred kilometres.
So too disappears that silky touch and sixth sense we once had together with knowing instinctively how to make a good swing.
What can you do? Not much!
We should learn from the Senior Tour players who all were once better but have faced up to the fact that 'it is what it is'.
Like an old football player who hangs up his boots, you have to accept that you're not as fast or supple as before -- just deal with it.
The golf ball doesn't fly so far and the pitches and chips are not so easy as a few years ago. Everything is analysed far too much, especially on what could go wrong.
Out of Bounds: My therapy started upon receiving this remark from a student after a particularly long and hard session on the range several years ago: "I've never said that you are not good at what you do. It's just what you do is not worth doing."