You gotta admit there's something unusual, slightly perverse, and touching about being a female who enters the game of disc golf at a Senior Grand master level. For example, there's no one else to play with who is my age, but apparently that hasn't stopped me. For the record, I'm 66 years old. It was 2005 when I threw my first disc, a poorly directed hyzer that went perhaps 35 feet.
I took up the game of disc golf after nearly thirty years of horse ownership: a combination of pleasure riding and competition in dressage. For many reasons, it was time for me to give up the horsie lifestyle and I desperately needed a physical activity to fill the void. Enter the wonderful game of disc golf.
Mind you, I had never even thrown a frisbee. I had no natural skill for this game. I predate Title 9, and I'm a slow learner when it comes to physical pursuits. In my day, girl's basketball was a yawn. You were only allowed two steps and then you had to throw the ball to a teammate. You weren't allowed to run the full court, lest your uterus fall out. I'm serious! That's how it was in the olden days.
So we've established that I'm not a natural athlete, but I'm a dedicated wanna be. And I'm incredibly persistent; that's why I'm still throwing. I joined the Lansing MI-based women's league as soon as Erin Oakley founded it, started playing regularly, and began signing up for tournaments despite the lack of a suitable division for the likes of me. I just wanna throw, even if I have to play against women who are my granddaughter's ages!
Thanks to the support of my partner and league friends plus many hours on the soccer field working on technique, I have slowly progressed. In 2008 I managed to set a new world distance record in my age category and that was a blast. It's hard to believe that in three and a half years I'll be a Legend and I've still got a lousy handicap. But do I have fun? You bet! And so do the women I play with. After all, it's only a game.
Here's my shout out to anyone who reads this missive: I'd love to see more women my age on the course and in tournaments. Bring out your moms, your grandmothers, aunts, and any other women of a certain age who can still walk and use their arms! Give them some 150 class discs and let 'em rip! Tell them I'll see 'em on the course!