Day 0

I just bet my friends that I would be a scratch golfer by January 31 2026.  As of today I am an 8.1. I have 13 months and 1 week to obtain a handicap of 0.0 or better.  The lowest my handicap has ever been is somewhere around 5. This was literally so long ago that I can’t find that in my handicap history. 

The circumstances for this bet couldn’t be any worse from a physical standpoint. A few months ago I had shoulder surgery and am still rehabbing. My physio has told me not to play golf every day for at least the next 2 months. I went to the driving range 4 days ago and couldn’t finish a bucket of 100 balls because my lower back gave out on me. On top of the physical limitations I currently hold, my home course is closed for the duration of this bet. 

On the flip side, my work allows me almost as much free time as I want, and I have almost zero real world responsibilities. I am essentially a 33 year old teenager. 

The biggest reason I want to undergo this fucking moronic challenge is that despite having infinite time on my hands, I waste all of it. I eat like a pig, drink like a fish, and spend a solid 12 hours a day doing sweet fuck all. Should this teach me a lick of discipline that spills over into the rest of my life, I’ll consider this a success.